Tag: family

Marrying Up
February 2013Eventually, I married a man more than twice my size. He terrified me. Making love felt like getting run over

This is a Dad Story
August 2012This story can’t get it’s tense together or it’s person, now. Has it even got its “its” right?

Gone to the Forest
June 2012His father is more than twice her age but her eyes are pinned to his lips as he speaks to her in his fur-lined baritone.

From River of Smoke
October 2011To assemble the whole clan—La Fami Colver, as they said in Kreol—was never easy since its members were widely scattered, within the island and abroad.

Girls on Ice
June 2011I was in the bathroom stall at the Armenian chicken place in Anaheim when I overheard Sarah say to her even more annoying friend Abeer at the mirror, where they were both putting on gobs of makeup, “I’m just going to kill myself, habibti, if I don’t make the triple axel at the championships next month.”

Snake Story
December 2010my father has always had / a fear of being swallowed / whether by a large reptile or the earth

Deepening into Humanness
November 2010Guest Editor Emily Fragos introduces six poets who write about family incarnations—Matthew Zapruder, Cynthia Cruz, Gabriel Fried, Mark Wunderlich, Lynn Melnick, and Jennifer Franklin.
Molotov
By Cynthia Cruz, guest-edited by Emily FragosNovember 2010
Got my enzymes, a nickel bag of / Electrolytes. My entire life, / I’ve been waiting for this.
It Is Tuesday
By Matthew Zapruder, guest-edited by Emily FragosNovember 2010
if you hate me / it must be / for ancient reasons
The Butcher
By Gabriel Fried, guest-edited by Emily FragosNovember 2010
He’s not old, but he is / too old to live with his sisters / for no reason.
Gebet eines Ehemannes (A Husband’s Prayer)
By Mark Wunderlich, guest-edited by Emily FragosNovember 2010
When thistles spring up in the field / of our marriage, when the noxious vine // twines onto the maple, let us pull it up / by its roots.
Poem for a Daughter
By Lynn Melnick, guest-edited by Emily FragosNovember 2010
We aren’t native to this land. / It’s time to plant what is. It’s time to go home.
I would like my love to die
By Jennifer Franklin, guest-edited by Emily FragosNovember 2010
Thin arm around my neck. It doesn’t look / Strong enough to hold a small animal; but it is.

The Smiths, as I understand them
October 2010There’s a box at the hospital in which to deposit / children unlikely to win the Nobel Prize.


