Tag Archives: Mothers

washing what’s dead

Posted on April 3, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

for mothers Mothers are beginnings, certain as life is movement, that first felt spin in the pit of the pelvis more directed than bowel gas, a twist with purpose to it; an introduction more real than EPT, sore breasts, or missed periods. We … Continue reading →

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the price

Posted on November 17, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I have seen them, gravid & walking with the honey heaviness of mothers round as plums, ripe & stretched over fullness & eager to meet what kicks beneath their hands they have felt fluttering in the domes of their bellies, laughed with those … Continue reading →

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