Note from the Editors

 

   SEEING RED 

    ENDU(RED) ADMI(RED)
    DESI(RED) WONDE(RED)
    RUMO(RED) ADO(RED)
    ENAMO(RED) INSPI(RED)
    DISCOVE(RED) SAC(RED)
    HUNGE(RED) WONDE(RED)
    EXPLO(RED) FEATU(RED)
    AUTHO(RED) SEA(RED)
    DA(RED) UNCENSO(RED)
    SOA(RED) ADVENTU(RED)

 

 

    


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Dear Sir,

                  Momma asked us to write you, but I know better.
I know what has happened. I know how the plow
ends up in my hands. I know how a mother dyes
her cloth with red root and pine tar. I gathered
the walnut hulls myself. I chopped the wood for her
stove. I know how the smoothed ruts of the axe handle
splinter between your thumb and palm. I know the flint
and gun lock and powder and blade. And I know
how they move from your bedside to mine, like this:
simmering for a long time over a very intense heat
mix tobacco juice, hoary nettles, and ragweed into paste.
I heat a poker in our fireplace and stuck it through my hand.

 

 

                                                                                                          Flood


Sarah McCartt-Jackson’s work has been published by and received honors from:  the Academy of American Poets, Copper Nickel, Journal of American Folklore, NANO Fiction, STILL, Friends of Acadia Journal, Kentucky Women Writers, and others. Additionally, she was chosen as Tidal Basin Review’s inaugural Poetry Series Center Feature poet, which featured her poem “Calf Canyon” and an interview.


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