EACH NIGHT MY MOTHER DIES AGAIN Each night the phone rings— Your mother has passed. Each night I expect to be relieved, but night falls on night. Each night she is the mother who makes waffles, batter bubbling from the sides of the iron, the mother who squeezes fresh orange juice, and serves soft-boiled … Continue reading New Poetry by Rochelle Jewell Shapiro: “Each Night My Mother Dies Again”