Clare L. Martin

Winter Brought Out All the Knives

My offspring are gaunt and should not be believed. They are slaves to want. They wake me with their mewling. Give me bread. Give me a name— I have only this hour and grief as a sister. Why can't I disappear? Or cut myself into pieces?

Clare L. Martin is a poet/mother/wife and graduate of the University of Southwestern Louisiana. Clare’s creative writing has appeared or will appear in Inch, Eclectica Magazine, The Dead Mule, Wheelhouse Magazine, Blue Fifth Review, Clean Sheets, Press1, Scythe and Glass: A Journal of Poetry, among others. Her work has been nominated for Best of the Net and Best New Poets.