Rachel Beachy is Ephemera's December Poet
(4 Poems & More)
Welcome readers!
We’re happy to introduce Rachel Beachy, our selection for December’s Poetry at Ephemera. Thanks to Rachel and everyone who submitted in October.
If you’d like to participate, we will be fielding submissions each month to publish one poem per issue from the same poet for the month. Each poet receives a $200 honorarium. For full rules and more info please see our designated post about Poetry at Ephemera. Paid subscribers can submit for free.
Introducing, Rachel Beachy!
Writer Bio
Rachel Beachy lives in Kentucky with her husband and children. Her poems have appeared in The Bluebird Word, Eunoia Review, HerWords, The RavensPerch, The Rising Phoenix Review, The Spearhead Magazine, and Steam Ticket. Her debut collection Tiny Universe will be published in 2025. She writes at her kitchen table, where she is inspired by the trappings of daily life with young children.
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Artist Statement
My current work focuses on giving voice to the early years of motherhood, a time that can be isolating, transcendent, and everything in between – often within the same day. In this collection, I am most interested in honoring the essential work mothers do and the profound (yet fleeting) moments that come with raising children. These poems are my ongoing attempt to answer the question, “Where does the time go?” influenced by many but particularly Kate Baer and Jessica Urlichs.
Poems
Each issue of Ephemera spanning December will feature one poem from Rachel. After each issue drops, the poem from that issue will then appear here as well. We like to introduce our poets first with a bio and an artist statement. We’ll send periodic reminders to check back in when the poems are available. This post will remain on our Substack, free to view, for the year. We hope you’ll enjoy these poems and revisit Rachel’s page from time to time.
Poem 1 of 4
The Butterfly Effect
Our daughter wraps the blanket around her shoulders pretends to be a butterfly a delicate thing how I once turned left (I could have turned right) onto his street.
Full poem appears in the upcoming Dec.1 issue of Ephemera
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Poem 2 of 4
Object Impermanence I could not remember where I left my phone or my coffee or the rest of my sentence there were burp cloths everywhere but always out of reach the swaddle that fit her the night before was too small by the next morning which is when I found a wine glass on the bathroom counter and my toothbrush by the kitchen sink next to the bottles and pump parts and pacifiers which would need to be washed again that evening and the next, and the next, andAppears in issue Dec.2 of Ephemera
Poem 3 of 4
The Most Human Color Coming Soon
Appears in issue Dec.3+4 of Ephemera
Poem 4 of 4
These Years, These Days
How will I explain these years of my life? The years gone by in days like this – following her around the park keeping mulch out of her mouth and when she gets tired carrying her back to the car or else to sit on a bench where she rests her head on my shoulder and points out all the birds and planes How will I explain? Only to say that years from now I will be walking in this park and just the sight of this bench will make me ache.Appears in issue Dec.3+4 of Ephemera
Merci. Danke. Kiitos. 고마워 Go-ma-wo. Cảm ơn. Xiè xiè.
Really like the nowness if these and the shared intimacy ... as a dog owner these years made the room go dusty