This Makes Up the Sky: Clouds. Isabel Grey

How clouds are made

by Isabel Grey

For Byron F. Aspaas

In a time where Berndnaut Smilde can make clouds 
inside, ephemeral art in cathedrals and coal mines, 
 
like the heavens reclined     I’m reminded of how clouds are made 
sky-high. Clouds are made with the sighs of birds, 
 
their response to sunrise and sunsets and the power to forget 
the land below them, even if only for a little while. 
 
Clouds are made when nearby plateaus are leveled 
by the wind blown from another time, not yesterday 
 
or tomorrow. Clouds are made 
by the braiding of tears shed by a forgotten bride 
 
and the first laughter she makes at her new lover’s smile. 
Clouds are made during the silence that comes after 

we’ve passed into the eye of depression’s storm. 
Clouds are made when we drive too fast 
 
over dirt roads in our excitement to return home. 
Clouds are made in that tome online 
 
full of old photographs and notes to self. 

Clouds are made from the fist-fulls of ash 
 
we scatter in our late loved one’s honor. 
Clouds are made by grey matter, 
 
forming nimbuses of rumination 
that shade our heads like awnings. 
 
Clouds are made when fog yawns 
and retreats back up to bed. 

Clouds are made as the moon 
waves away stars like horse flies. 
 
Clouds are sent, special-made 
by the sun for our protection. 
 
Clouds repent for their lightning spent
with a performance of iridescence 
 
the color like soap bubbles washing away 
thunder’s echoing refrain. 
 
Clouds are shaped by the cookie cutters 
of angels, baked at temperatures of repeating numbers. 
 
Clouds are made to mislead each other: 
it’s just a few miles up ahead, trust me!

Clouds are made to house the castles

we’ll retreat to after this.

Clouds are made as stepping-stones 
for the gods and goddesses. 
 
Clouds are made by Mother Nature to use as pillows
and for the Nephologist’s bliss.


Isabel Grey holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Western Colorado University. She is an assistant editor at Terrain.org. Her work can be found at Twenty Bellows, new words {press}, and elsewhere. 


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This Makes Up the Sky: Clouds. Karineh Mahdessian

Clouds

by Karineh Mahdessian

I am asked to write about clouds
and all I can do is think of the bombs that missed our home
that by the grace of prayers we survived the plane rides through continents 
that we arrived here safely
where now I see students who are scared of masked strangers tearing families apart.

But in this place 
they are protected or at least thatโ€™s what we tell them 
here, we have cloud wall papers that post job opportunities so these students can help already over-worked and under-slept parents 
these students who are expected to be guardians of siblings and translator for uncles and aunts, are just children, caught up in high school gossip and sweetheart dances. 

I am asked to write about clouds
and all I can do is think of Katie who earned her wings too soon,
sitting on the fluffiest cloud, with mis-matched socks, reading a book 
while I am here among students letting them know their rightsโ€”that their body means their choice, that No is a complete sentence. 
That one day we will all be free.  


Karineh Mahdessian loves hard, reads books and eats tacos! 


You can read the entire This Makes up the Sky series by visiting: https://womenwhosubmitlit.org/category/the-sky/

September 2025 Publication Roundup

The Women Who Submit members included in this post published their work in amazing places during September of 2025. Four of our committed members heard about an opportunity through WWS programming and/or another member.

Iโ€™ve included an excerpt from published pieces (if available), along with a link (if available) to where the pieces can be purchased and/or read in their entirety. Please take some time to celebrate yourself and your wonderful accomplishments. Thank you and happy submitting!

Congratulations to Dilys Wyndham Thomas whose poem “Titan[ic]” was published in Mslexia Magazine‘s 107th issue.

Kudos to Elizabeth Galoozis who published the poems “I keep falling asleep in the motherland” and “they made us” in Santa Fe Literary Review. See excerpt of the former below:

I came into this world
landlocked.
They pulled me out
by the same ankles
the sea now circles,
pushes my feet
to the edge of the land
I came from.
The waves tug at my blood,

lulling me,
slowing me,
whispering

why
would you
ever
leave.

Shoutout to Maria Caponi whose poem “I Am Not a Good Tourist” was featured in the City of Manhattan’s Older Adults Program September Newsletter.

I donโ€™t like guided tours
Iโ€™m not a joiner or a follower
Iโ€™m not good with large groups
Iโ€™m not a regular person


I want to pause, linger, drift,
where others march in lockstep
and
I want to keep going,
where others want to stay

Huge congratulations to Louise Moore who published a poetry collection entitled Poems to the Muses: To All The Women I have loved and Will love.

Kudos to Vibiana Aparicio-Chamberlin whose poem “As Mexican as a Nopal” was announced as a short list finalist for the 2025 Four Feathers Press Chapbook Prize. Her poem “Mother and Child From Gaza” also appeared in the 2025 Southern California Haiku Study Group Anthology.

Shoutout to Azalea Aguilar whose poem “Last Seen in Oakland Park” was featured in Somos En Escrito Magazine. She also published “My Father and I Meet for Coffee to Discuss War” in Liebestraum Review and “Sun in Your Eyes” with South Broadway Press. Excerpt of the latter is available below:

is he coming or going
slamming of a screen door
angry or rushed
in or out
her or him
idling in front of a fridge
hunger or thirst
boredom or pleasure
is it the beginning or the end
I tell her I canโ€™t
remember
a time before

Kudos to Carla Rachel Sameth for her publication of the poems “Everything Here Is Broken,” “A Magpie Soars Across the Sky,” “The Darkest Water,” “Like My Skater Son” and “Ghazal of the 3 PM Wall,” in Cholla Needles 105. Excerpt of the latter available below:

They asked me,ย What do you do when you hit the 3 PM wall?
I donโ€™t know but I canโ€™t even remember the age of my baby.
ย 
It was after a faux rave, a celebration for a movie about a rave.
A 2 AM breakfast, the question came at me, I was a sage with a baby.
ย 
Iโ€™ll be up by 5 AM, I said, uncertain if Iโ€™d be nursing or playing.
All I knew is that I had six never-born, a raging ex-husband, and one baby.
ย 
What do you do when you hit the wall?ย they laughed the question again.
Strangely awake, what happens after being up all night, I was a rampage, a baby.

Shoutout to Michelle Otero who poem “Birthright” was featured in American Poetry Review. She also published the memoir piece “Stepson, I have been writing to you in my head since we metโ€ฆ” in Letters to Our Children: an Anthology.

Lastly, congratulations to publisher Brenda Vaca and all the contributors of Riot of Roses Publishing House’s new anthology Xicanxfuturism: Gritos for Tomorrow Codex I.

*Feature image credit to Margaret Gallagher*