poetry on mamazine:

Thunder
by Angela Papalas

Snow keeps us in
by Maria Scala

The Radio Program
by Kristin Berger

Secret Playdate
by Kristina Lucenko

Rescue
by Mary Langer Thompson

navel gazing
by MaryAnn McKibben Dana

at 30 weeks
by MaryAnn McKibben Dana

Feeding
by Maureen Tolman Flannery

A Dozen Years After I Rounded With the Seed of Her
by Maureen Tolman Flannery

What Say You?
by Heather Rader


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POETRY

Language
by Kristen Berger

In the impulsive but exacting reach she finds,
just right for picking, pea pods cupping
fat green pearls under a cool June sky.
Morning bears the hunger for a sweetness
that shells to the tongue like a new word,
that golden emerald, that chrysalis
she can suddenly name, inside and out,
waxing from vine to mouth
with one sure, toothy snap.
She combs the trellis with fingers
seasoned to their chambered chords,
this moment shucked and rolling,
as she claims and devours
their simple, green song.

Kristin Berger lives in Portland, OR with her family and writes poetry, essays, and fiction. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming, among others, in The American Poetry Journal, The Comstock Review and online at Mom Writers Literary Magazine, Hip Mama and Hot Metal Press. You can read more poetry from Kristin here, here, and here and her essays here and here.