Mother, Daughter, Augur
From June Road Press, a literary micropress, and queer Cleveland writer Mary Simmons, Mother, Daughter, Augur opens a realm where femininity, mythology, and Victorian ideals of beauty hold sway and wolves prowl. At Bowling Green State University, Simmons earned an MFA in poetry and served as the managing editor of Mid-American Review. This is her debut collection.
I TUCK THE GHOSTS IN AT NIGHT
and they never bless me,
just weave lilacs into my hair
and cobwebs across the furnace.
They creak with the weight
of this house, and I kiss them
on their foreheads, offer
handfuls of snow instead
of a bedtime story, and name them
after birds that do not live
in this region. When I throw open
the windows, night pours into
me. I have forgotten what it means
to be alone, to be without
death grazing my palm,
naming me nightly.
Reviewed by
Matt Sutherland
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