MEGAN KAMINSKI
from "Favored Daughter" 1
  ISSUE DOS!
from "Favored Daughter" 2
from "Favored Daughter" 3
from "Favored Daughter" 4
We would have cut it back by now
dead fennel in a bed of joe-pye
it is not the bloom
but beauty as it decomposes
dark twisting lines of sky and cloud
bring us all closer to the month’s end
welcoming mothers with an apostrophe
snow flies in April amongst magnolias
we wait dormant indoors
























































































Cicadas in late summer
wring whispers from trees
lawns stretch ready around
small bodies caught in orbit
each afternoon contains a pause
waiting for the pulse to break
limbs to stir something uproot
blankets buried   winced secrets
sunk beneath the wood floor
creaks elicit more than simple
organza    wrapped complacence



















































































Warm rays skip across the drive
another sun-filled day for our tally
begun mid-winter in depths of cold
and other sorrows long spent
the final moths of our internment
but now it is spring      truly 
damp soft waves
blossom blue dixie cups on lawns
pop out each corner imagining
they flow from the barely joined sky














































































Properly formed expansion
clears out the motherland
light turns the sky full of trees
golden brown collusion of mass
stillness of creaking limbs  needles
and I wonder what next
transparent space rises
teleology remains silent