Read and listen to the rest of the poem at Drunken Boat.
Red Sun Mother
22 Sep 2015 Leave a comment
16 Sep 2015 Leave a comment
I’ve been working like a madwoman sending out my poems into the world nearly as long as my son has been alive (I started submitting when he was one, so I mark my poetry career by his life, because truly, I’m not sure either would have been possible without the other–how the imaginary shaped reality, how I wrote my story into existence, realizing we could adopt after writing poems about being a mother and mourning the children we’d lost to infertility and miscarriage)… Anyway, all of that to say, since he’s been alive, I’ve now published poems in one hundred journals! Today my work went up at Origins Journal, marking this moment for my poems–and I’m so thankful. For the life that brings the poems, and for the poems that keep giving to my life.
“Your body is a knife—
both slicing point
& handle.” –from “Self-Defense”
Thank you for reading!
18 Jun 2015 1 Comment
in Interviews with Mother Writers Tags: advice for writers, contemporary poetry, Family and children, Hembras de Pluma, Latina writers, Mexican American poetry, Michelle Otero, motherhood poetry, stepmother poetry, writer advice and inspiration
I’m so excited to share this conversation with fierce Latina poet/playwright/actor/activist extraordinaire Michelle Otero, who discusses her experiences as a writer and stepmother of two.
But I wish someone would have handed me The House on Mango Street or Bless Me, Última and said, “Your people write books too.” … We hold mothers to very high standards. My mom taught elementary school, raised five of us, cooked, and kept the house spotless. I hate cleaning the bathroom. I enjoy cooking, but the pressure of generating a new meal for kids who don’t like vegetables has sucked any pleasure I might derive from that experience. –Otero
15 Jun 2015 Leave a comment
The mother spreads her arms and waits — hoping
at the top of a hill — for a mend
in the empty break of sky.
–from “Sewing Feathers” (read the full poem in Waxwing).
We lived our first existence as if on an island —
the waving flag of a companionship
–from “After the Miscarriage II” (read the full poem in Waxwing).
25 May 2015 Leave a comment
“I just never ever considered the possibility that motherhood would be in my destiny, that I could be the guide for a small vulnerable human through this big world. I had declared myself as a writer a few years back and that was all the title I needed.”
Summer break is upon us Mother Writers, and I’ve talked to Stefanie Freele for some much needed inspiration and solidarity.
03 May 2015 2 Comments
My son and I watch science shows because he wants to be a scientist when he grows up. Online, the morning after we watched a show about the ice caps, I watched a mother taking her son away from the Baltimore riots and I wrote this poem.
My boy’s holding his stuffed animal, the white body
of the bear he loves, who will die tonight (who
has already died) and my boy asks me if this is real.
15 Apr 2015 Leave a comment
who went away—from Chopin in the bones,
palms heavy with dates like dark
purple fingers reaching toward sand…