If anyone here can talk to the dead, please tell my Dad the news of his daughters that would bring him the most peace. Tell him of the dreams we made real, and the grandchildren who laugh in his image. Tell him we miss him and we know he always loved us. List the achievements he would most want to brag about to … Continue reading Séance by Zoe Mitchell
White Girl’s Sonnet for Barack Obama I come from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, from Donegal, from Croatia, from Mont Saint Michel, from Troy Hill, from a long line of immigrants, from steel mills, racists and bigots, from the city of bridges, the Mon and Yough rivers, from egalitarian blowhards, from an infant left in a basket in Dubrovnik/from the note attached to her blanket: we are opera … Continue reading Two poems by Tess Barry
