by Darah Schillinger | Dec 21, 2024 | Bubbler
to record for her a minuteout of time undemandingunexpected gift like a fireseason sunset here’s a poem about a penwhich is really about deathand one about an island(death) a goat (death) today I would like to readher a poem in praiseof naps and watermelonthough in...
by Darah Schillinger | Sep 25, 2024 | Bubbler
After we were over, you helped me write a poem to send to my newman. Tom, it began, (I wanted to make it personal enough for him) thismorning, the fireplace grate, cool against my fingers You said, put in 13or 14 grates. I said, I’m only one person though, touching...
by Darah Schillinger | Jul 7, 2024 | Bubbler, FSR
On the day my father had his open heart surgery, they cracked him apart like a wishbone, pried him open like a lobster tail. A gloved surgeon on either side digging in and pulling away with heft, my father a lush pomegranate halved. His very sweetness oozing onto the...
by Darah Schillinger | Jun 5, 2024 | Bubbler, FSR
“Life is a delicate balancing act. For every decision that must be faced, there are pros and cons to be weighed. Is that boyfriend in L.A. worth giving up a paid internship for? How much does the tally tip when you factor in his flea-ridden dog? Is buying...
by Darah Schillinger | May 8, 2024 | Bubbler
I remember taking the subway to my grandmother’s church on the corner of North Paca and West Saratoga street in my frilly socks and pastel dress. Maybe this was Easter or maybe this was just what was expected. On Sundays, we went to church as long as everyone was in...