When it failed to alarm, my father took the clock apart. Laid it all out on the kitchen table. While the dog dreamed and snored, we watched him clean every piece, then, with breaths held, attempt reassembly. It worked perfectly for the next ten years, which was odd, given the sixteen horological components my … Continue reading ‘And What We Know About Time’ by Tania Hershman
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Three poems by Tania Hershman
Body I saw my mother's heart today. She pressed up against the machine while, a few feet away I watched it load on the computer screen. Is that...? I asked. The radiologist immune to the novelty of inside views, nodded. I'd helped my mother get undressed, seen for the first time the vest she wore … Continue reading Three poems by Tania Hershman
‘Baby in a jar’ by Tania Hershman
Baby in a jar There was just one left, And the shelf seemed so bare and lonely. I took her home. Instructions showed me how to put on nappies; the jar was large and my hands are small. She didn't cry. She never cries. And like a butterfly flapping its wings somewhere across the world … Continue reading ‘Baby in a jar’ by Tania Hershman
A poem by Tania Hershman
Moss The moss of his skin began to grow on the surface of mine and then in bed tiny daisy heads fell on the pillow between us. Moss was first published in Alba, A Journal of Short Poetry. Tania Hershman is the author of two short story collections and has only just … Continue reading A poem by Tania Hershman
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