By Alice Pettway

I enter my own
cells, unknit
spiraled fibers,
twist stray
hair around fingers.

Determine if I could
weave a child, free
of the frayed mind
that unraveled
my mother
before me.


Alice Pettway‘s work has appeared in over 30 print and online journals, including The Bitter OleanderThe Connecticut ReviewFolio, Keyhole, and Women Arts Quarterly. Her chapbook, Barbed Wire and Bedclothes was published by Spire Press in 2009, and her full-length collection, The Time of Hunger O Tempo de Chuva, is forthcoming from Salmon Poetry. Pettway is a former Lily Peter fellow, Raymond L. Barnes Poetry Award winner, and three-time Pushcart Prize nominee. Currently, she teaches creative writing in Bogotá, Colombia.

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