New poems by alumna Glenis Redmond (poetry, ’11) appear online in the journal When Women Waken:

Titled Bowl

There’s no circle
that can bear this load,
not the moon of my mama’s face,

or the circumference arms
that were supposed to fit around me for life.
In this loss I am alone.

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I Lost the Baby

Not as in couldn’t find, but as in perished.
I lost my child
and still I was in search.
He found me, in my bed busy dreaming.

I lost my child:
blond hair, hazel eyes, skin really fair.
He found me in my bed, busy dreaming.
He kissed me awake, though I was still asleep.

Blond hair, hazel eyes, skin really fair
shining like a familiar son.
He kissed me awake, though I was still asleep
saying, I will tell Amber and Celeste there’s no school, snow!

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