April is Poetry Month # 8

the miscarriage and what came after

the baby fell out so I put it back in

to grow it to size to correct

the stitches I dropped I put in another sleeve I

lined fifty-five buttons up the…

(contact me to hear the rest of poem–rebeccacookwriter@gmail.com)

Rebecca Cook lives in Chattanooga, TN. She grew up in North Georgia on a farm in Wood Station. She is a writer and visual artist, a writing teacher, an editor, and she has been known to preach in her local church, Grace Episcopal. She is a mom, a wife, and a homemaker/cook at present as she no longer works outside the home. She took her MA in English Literature (UTC), her MA in Rhetoric and Writing (UTC), and MFA in Creative Writing,--poetry, creative nonfiction, (Vermont College). She has published prose and poetry widely across the internet and in print magazines and journals.

2 Comments

  1. Your poems here these missives to chimera and meat have been stunning this month. Here reading. Paying deep attention. Allowing myself to be moved. Love Rebecca the Lesser

    • godlikepoet

      Rebecca the Greatest of All and Ever Time,

      Knowing you are reading me has enlivened a part of me that’s been too long dormant.

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