Writing Against I have no words. Yes, my neighbor displays elephant tusks on his mantle, and a stuffed cougar in his basement. Brags about his next trophy hunting trip to Texas. And I have no words. Yes, my cousin says a wife should submit to her husband. That no woman should choose abortion. He says, God is male. And I have no words. Yes, my friend tells me climate has changed throughout history, and always will. We’ll be fine, since animals and plants adapt. Declares there’s no global warming since it’s our coldest winter on record. And I have no words. I place a bowl here. There. Fill them with my emotions. Set them aside. I tell myself contradictions will always exist. It is to find love (for the whole lot of them!) that I must find words. Pen to paper. I write against them.
—Submitted on 01/20/2023
Yvonne Higgins Leach is the author of Another Autumn (Cherry Grove Collections, 2014). Her poems have appeared in The South Carolina Review, South Dakota Review, Spoon River Review, The Cimarron Review, and POEM, among other journals. Alongside career, family, and poetry, her most recent passion is working with shelter dogs. A resident of Washington, Leach splits her time between Vashon Island and S).
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