Jenn Givhan

Bird Woman and Bloom

Sacagawea emerges from the hedgehog cacti in the lot behind our crumpling house heavy with cradleboard & mistaken for a token of peace… from “Bird Woman”     The boys next door are ignoring my son. It’s playground politics, the fragile and shifting power dynamics of these early friendships… from “Bloom” Read both poems at […]

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Miscarriage

Jennifer Givhan Miscarriage In a field where a hot air balloon waits tethered, children balancing umbrellas and wearing party hats plant birthday bouquets; where they grow the swollen bulbs push open the soil smelling of clay and fingerpaint. Even the sky celebrates in reverse, hanging like pigtails from a jungle gym. Not many daffodils or […]

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