Mary Romero’s work has appeared in Birmingham Poetry Review, Christianity and Literature, and Crux, among others; and her chapbook Philoxenia was the recipient of the Luci Shaw prize. Mary lives in Chattanooga, Tennessee where she works as an Anglican deacon for the Mission Chattanooga and as a teacher, writer, and mother of two lovely hooligans.
A poem by Mary Romero
Brought home one rain-slick day so your sleight hands would have someone else to touch, he is hoisted like a sack over your shoulders, pushed about your middle like a fanny pack, and sometimes squeezed into the small hollows of a doll’s dress, swimsuit or robe. He is patient, nonetheless, but learning how to hide, […]
A Poem by Mary Romero
Hungry after school, we bought a jumbo pretzel from the bakery one with crystalline salt like tiny mountain caps perched on its curves, then wandered into the sculpture garden across the way where all the signs insisted: Do not touch. And us, so young, young mother with her young brood– we touched it all. Like […]
A poem by Mary Romero
We reach for what lies always out of reach, and so we touch each other along the way. The opacity of you that cannot be gotten through returns me to the senses of this day: the bruise burned by a young child’s fierce affection, the swamp of sunlit sheets, thrill of thigh on thigh along […]
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