A flashquake Honorable Mention for Poetry goes to:
Avalon by Carol Borzyskowski
It’s painful
this drying up of juices,
I thought the crossing
would be smooth.
I would follow the soft
voices and arms
of the women before me,
women who knew,
who made the journey.
That’s what I thought.
But now I stare
as the moon wanes
and my body stills
this final ache,
this dry heavy pull
of barren uterus,
dragging me down
blind paths,
slowing my walk.
