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New Poem ‘After We Lost the House’

Painted Bride Quarterly has published a new poem by Henry.

Henry Hughes
After We Lost the House

the deck I built, your mother’s plantings,

blossoms and birds carved 

into closet doors for the room 

you were gonna paint purple.  

It all went red on my half-time,

then Mom got sick and the car died.

 

Winter gnawed through that drafty trailer 

and the drunk-ruckus apartment on Ninth,

until I got the other job and this place, 

where you can walk to school 

and help Mom sow a small garden. 

 

The landlord doesn’t want a handyman, just a check 

every month.  But at night, in the garage 

over a makeshift bench, I build birdhouses—

top-grade plywood, stainless steel screws, 

tin-faced nesting holes

nothing’ll chew through.
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Review of Kathleen Graber’s new poems in “The River Twice”

“In this time rocked by pandemic and protests, Kathleen Graber offers poems that examine the nature of communion and communication. Troubled by divisive political rhetoric and the way language has been weaponized in the age of Trump, the speaker must nevertheless trust her own words—to tell us about mounting bills, a missing cat, divorce, sickness, and the loss of a loved one. Between the political and the personal, despair and hope, she finds salvation in the knowledge…”

Read Henry’s Review in the Harvard Review Online.

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