Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
Two Poems

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That was the year fledges dropped

like peaches


The dog killed one


The lawnmower another


That was the year of the 72-hour hold


That was the year your stepmother

was pregnant                                 and you ran away


your note said


to drown yourself

in a deep mountain lake


You said      My body will never be found                                  You said      Don’t look for me


Oh birdie

Oh child for whom we circled and called


These torn nests

how alike to one another they all appear

when the birds are gone

in fall



Mistakes I Made

Son, red-eyed
from visiting stoner cousins,

his grand ambition:
ski patroller,
shares his resistance

to college.
I should have raised him

or something.
Instead I taught him
evergreen whispers,

moonlight on a tilting
meadow, the holy feeling
of the powder turn.

Claudia Putnam’s fiction and poetry have appeared in dozens of journals, including Confrontation, Phoebe, Green Hills Literary Lantern, Western Views, and Poetry East. Her poetry chapbook, Wild Thing in Our Known World, came out last year from Finishing Line Press. She was the 2011-2012 George Bennett Fellow at Phillips Exeter Academy, where she developed a novel manuscript. Claudia lives in Colorado.

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