Poems

Poem: Sylvia’s Hives

Jul 13, 2015
poetryfoundation.org

The husband is a frozen wing of a bird,
flesh and feather yarned to bone.
They are bones, painted rooms, and shallow
pools bodies make when they exhaust everything.

The wife manages the shepherd's pie, jarred honey
extracted from her own swarming hives, where her
bees stung him on time in the face as she curled
herself on the bed nursing her newborn son.

Poem: Magician

May 18, 2015
aquarian_insight / Flickr

I can divine these brambles.
Or these gnarled flowers at my feet.
They obscure my heels as I
float on yellow horizons.
Tip the diagonal of my arms into
the numbers of years set down like dust.
I can, you see, lead you somewhere,
over rock and highland green.
I can conjure stone from earth
to make a window to another world.
Come with me. Take the tips of my fingers.
Interlace the leaves and set down
your sword, your wand.
You have no need for all the people
who make up your mind.

Librarian Reflects Motherhood in her Prose

Aug 7, 2014
Erin Lorandos

Motherhood is a very special chapter in the lives of women around the world. New mothers are showered with advice from family and friends. They no longer think of just themselves. Once they become a mother, their lives are changed forever.

Women often have difficult decisions to make when it comes to childrearing, trying to determine what is best for their child's future and what is best for them. Where is that perfect balance between work and family? What style of parenting will work the best?