Author: Maria
Thank You, Dear Body
Thank You, Dear Body Thank you, dear body, for embracing my spirit so steadfastly, for the unfaltering rhythm of breath and heartbeat all these many years. Thank you, dear body, for drawing all you ne... Read More
Tree of Plenty
Tree of Plenty Pushing my basket up one row, down the next, hesitating occasionally to pluck crisp apples from a bin, gather cans of beans, choose fresh bread from an endless selection while strangers... Read More
What is a Poem?
What is a Poem? You know that feeling when you’ve got too much to do and you can’t imagine how you are going to pack it all in so to calm yourself, you count ahead to the next quiet day, which doe... Read More
Bargaining with God
Bargaining with God Most offers have to do with the sacrifice I am willing to make if God will just alleviate pain and heartache- especially my children’s. In almost every terrible situation, I reso... Read More
Night Sounds
Night Sounds Long after midnight I wake to the sounds Of the world carrying on In my absence. A siren pierces the darkness, Aroused by another’s adversity- A heart suddenly silent, A home embraced b... Read More
Reminiscing
Reminiscing As their colors begin to turn, each day a little more brown and yellow and red, the trees seem to be reminiscing. “Remember?” they say to each other on the cool wind. “Remember May a... Read More
Blueberries
Blueberries Opaque gray-blue, polished purple-black, they are hidden in clear view along the rocky mountain path. I savor the complexity of tastes stored within their tough skins. Sweet and spicy, the... Read More
Dinnertimes
Dinnertimes Remember when we were all together, crowded around the dining room table or along those two benches on the porch? Elbow to sweaty elbow, we were so embedded in love, we didn’t know yet t... Read More
How He Worships
How He Worships He wakes in the morning, stretches his stiff bones, dresses, kisses his wife, pours a cup of coffee and steps out the door into the garden that he has planted, tilling and sowing, hoei... Read More
surrounded
surrounded i sit on my back porch this morning in the middle of this neighborhood this town this country in the middle of this week this month this year completely secluded by the green nestled safely... Read More
Kindergarten
Kindergarten I was one of those that wept, my heart clinging despondently to the past, wept to see my mother turn so easily to leave me, wept at this stranger’s kind effort, how softly she spoke, co... Read More
Trespasser
Trespasser There is an old woman Who has made her home In the corner of my mind. She is shrunken, bitter, Dark to the core. She whispers in my ear With her sour breath Such ugly, disturbing things. He... Read More
Resentment
Resentment It usually starts with some small reminder, seemingly insignificant. Then I pull at that thread from the past, unravel it, until the whole tangled mess clutters up the present. I once belie... Read More
Introversion
Introversion When I am around a lot of people, there is a little scribe in my brain who insists on taking notes, processing every single interaction. He is very thorough and writes slowly with his tin... Read More
