Author: Maria
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
What is Beauty?
What is Beauty? It is the curtain- The way it flows, Cream and shadow, Softening the window frame. It is the curtain And the window itself That seems to reach out It’s long arms To gather in the... Read More
Birthday Girl
Birthday Girl Fifty-eight years ago today, my mother gave birth for the tenth time. I do not know if it was day or night, a long labor or short. In a big family, details tend to blend. But I am sure m... Read More
Home Again Soul
Home Again Soul As a child I thought my soul Was an organ That sat In my breastless chest. Pure, As white as a cloud, A cotton ball, A baby blanket, Downy soft, A place where The Holy Spirit dove Coul... Read More
Generosity
Generosity It took most of a lifetime for her to understand that it wasn’t so much gifts or kind deeds as it was something much simpler and more challenging. It was a willingness to enter another pe... Read More
