Big Sandy River, She Rises Prestonsburg, 1958 In the murk of my girlhood roo let your thoughts swim no longer. Replace them with these dribbling words under yonder river’s lull. Come Mama to where I dream up goldenrods and drift. Make our bed of rushed water. Sink your tired toes into the coal slurried silt which mudded that heavy morning into my winter dress, the one you made, found to hug my body the one you made, until I was not frightened, not lost. Drown your tired lungs in Big Sandy and I’ll breathe for you again.
Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at bethpeddle.com and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram
Megan Lynn Wilkinson is a poet, writing teacher, and cultural enthusiast from Ocean Springs, Mississippi. In her endeavors to convey humanity through language, she considers ideas of womanhood as they relate to environment, empowerment, and generational progression. Her poetry has appeared in Coastlines, Sheepshead Review, and Soliloquies Anthology.