Poem: Swimming in Snow

Dad can’t stand the cold He wasn’t meant for trudging through snow He was meant for swimming He swam all his life when he was younger He would choke on a sea [I don’t know the name o…

Poem: Minority

Submitted by Anonymous.  Three labels I wear like silken brocade. You’ve designated them, I believe, “minority.” Count up their numbers, in billions, no less: 3.5, 1.6, 1.3. Minority?   Next to A…

Poem: Acacia

I want to cut off my breasts and bury them in the dirt. I want to cut out my womb and burn it. If I can’t have or nurse children, will you stop treating me as though I am just a vessel? I want to star…