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What is home? Is it a place? A feeling? A person? Does it shift and change? Can you point towards it but never quite attain it?
Through poems and flash fiction from diverse voices, this anthology wrestles with the complexities of belonging.
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Home - Marion Lougheed
Her Mother’s House
Finnian Burnett
I stand on a sidewalk in a small town in Iowa in the heart of what locals jokingly call The City in that there’s a gas station across from Tractor Supply Company, and a one-room public library.
The parking lot of the town’s only restaurant sprawls on the corner across the street. If I turn and cut through the parking lot, go around the back of the building, and cross the road, I’ll be in the schoolyard looking at the bus station and beyond that, miles and miles of corn.
But now, I’m looking at a brown house with dark green painted trim, peeling and dull—my new home, I suppose. The front porch lists slightly as if it might collapse under my weight.
I turn my face to the half-hidden sun and take a deep breath of crisp air to summon my courage. Perhaps I can turn around, cut through the parking lot, and lose myself in the corn. Instead, I carefully walk the stone path, picking my way over jagged pieces of rock. The front porch groans, but it holds, and in a moment, the door opens.
Welcome home,
my new love tells me. I’m glad you’re here.
And we’re hugging and kissing in the doorway of her house. Our house,
she says, though the words hitch in her throat.
The pale winter sun abandons me as I close the heavy wooden door. We’re in a living room crowded with furniture, books, coat racks, and oversized antique dressers. The television looks to be from 1970, encased in a thick wooden cabinet. The top is covered with magazines, winter scarves, and what may be someone’s long abandoned crochet project. The air is at once mobile and oppressively heavy; someone moves among the detritus of a dozen lifetimes, someone unseen but altogether there.
In a panicked moment, I turn back to the door, but my lover stands in front of it, so I square my shoulders and face my new home.
Imagine you’ve fallen in love and your beloved has asked you to move into a house that has been in her family for six generations. You see the house for the first time, this living room, everything crammed with a lifetime of not your lover’s things, but those of her mother. The house is more than crowded. It’s stuffed to the roofbeams. Her mother’s things. Shoes, tarot cards, candles, half-filled notepads, broken pencils, and pictures of people your lover can’t name. The mother’s crystal serving dishes live in a cupboard along with decades of kitchen tools neither of you can identify. Could you ever belong?
It doesn’t belong to me, this house, no matter how long I live here. Our home, my love keeps insisting, as if even she doesn’t believe it. Though her name rests on the deed, it isn’t hers, not really. It belongs to a woman who makes it clear that every moment I remain in the house