Esther Rohm

Drowning by Proxy by Esther Rohm

Some mothers drown their children. Your mother was the drowning one, pulling you down as she pushed away death. You…

7 years ago

Home by Esther Rohm

Your first home was a black sea suspending you in warmth. Teased by the other boys, you said you didn't…

7 years ago

Some Tea Would Be Nice by Esther Rohm

“My grandson wants me to get that damn implant.” We sat in the courtyard under a sun that dried my…

8 years ago

Uncaged by Esther Rohm

If you were raised, say, in the bleak, airless core of a cage too confined for your bird bones to…

8 years ago

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