| The 2River View | 30.2 (Winter 2026) |
Sisters, I want to tell you that we are safe here, Father sleeps in the center of the house by the window. The sweat on his yellow skin gleams Once, we must have played here— Nights, when we eat by the fire, Sisters, I am afraid. Outside our house, a stream carves a wound into the
My Step-Mother Denies Apology I was eighteen It would shock you I called my mother So I learned motherhood You understand: you are not the first Understand that the wincing is a sign of life. Let me put this another way. When you begin to think of me Wouldn’t you rather violent mercy | ||
Kathryn Gilmore is pursuing her MFA at Syracuse University, where she is poetry editor of Salt Hill Journal. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Barnstorm Journal, The Comstock Review, Gulf Coast Journal, The Madison Review, among others. She is originally from Memphis, Tennessee. |
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