THE MOON OVER MY MOTHER’S HOUSE could never be seen, what I remember are clotheslines and antennas and forgotten apple trees, fruit rotting from above then falling to unweeded soil. Had she wanted to see the moon would she have known where to look? Her life being sworn to the ground, cemented to the day-to-day pulling clothes off a line, quickly, because of unexpected rain.
Laurie Kuntz has published poetry collections (The Moon Over My Mother’s House, Finishing Line Press, Somewhere in the Telling, Mellen Press), chapbooks (Simple Gestures, Texas Review, Women at the Onsen, Blue Light Press). Her new book, Talking Me off the Roof, is forthcoming from Kelsay Press. Visit her at: lauriekuntz.myportfolio.com.
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a moon of one's own 