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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
Ode To A Chair
Ode To A Chair The old metal chair sits in the backyard, Its back firm, Its arms magnanimously at its side. It weathers all the seasons, Patiently enduring snow and storms And oxidizing sun. Dirt and ... Read More
Hallelujah
Hallelujah On this crisp spring morning, the dogwood tree gracefully offers its abundant platters of delicate blossoms in an act of grateful praise. A royal carpet of violets covers the ground at its ... Read More
Beside Still Water
Beside Still Water She lay in the nursing home bed, clean white sheet folded across her chest, hands intertwined, a gold ring on her bent finger, delicate paper thin skin taut over bone, bruises that ... Read More
Some Mornings
Some Mornings Some mornings I wake up so afraid. I see how much is slipping away while I stand in frozen disbelief. I am overwhelmed by the futility of my small actions. I wonder at the naive sureness... Read More
Foremothers’ Solace
Foremothers’ Solace Late afternoon, waning sunlight streaming in, the familiar, repetitive work of keeping a household afloat finished for the day, I rest. It occurs to me how hard my foremothers mu... Read More