My mother texts to tell me her phone buzzed at 3 a.m., warning her of a potential tornado, and it’s only then I remember jolting awake to the same alert. It’s how we connect now. Texts of weather, headlines—emojis to fill in the blanks. Once in a while, I can’t picture a time before this. […]
Beth Boylan
Originally from Westchester County, New York, Beth Boylan now lives and teaches high school English near the ocean in New Jersey. She holds an MA in Literature from Hunter College. Her poems appear in a variety of journals, including Glass: A Journal of Poetry, Chronogram, Whale Road Review, Peatsmoke, Two Hawks Quarterly, and the anthology Pages Penned in Pandemic: A Collective. Her work has been nominated for both a 2020 Pushcart Prize and 2021 Best of the Net, and she can be found on Instagram at @bethiebookworm.