surreal poetry

Ritual with Fish Water

She opened the door wider, allowed him in—dragging his fish, his strings of light, his wounds—from the rain. –Jenn Givhan Read the poem in full at The Baltimore Review



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 […]