Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
Rocking Chair

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Where a mortal mom
feeds baby-baby.

Where she rushes
past charred snow,
numb coat,
towards cherries.

Where droplets drop.
Where each swallow
draws a circle
‘round the air that does not hear.
So she also doesn’t fear.

Where the quick quick, take cover,
dear reader.

Where
she’d bought some tix
to traverse the Styx,
but plans
to exit at the secret stop
the one past the terminal.

If
she doesn’t miss the boat.


Olga Livshin’s poetry has appeared in Jacket, The Mad Hatters’ Review, Cirque, REFLECT, and other journals. As a performer and playwright, she has worked with the Music / Words series (New York) and Out North Contemporary Art House (Anchorage, Alaska). She holds a Ph.D. in Slavic Languages and Literatures and served as a professor of Russian at the University of Alaska from 2008 to 2012.


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