(For Abby and all the rest.)They burned the witches.Broke their collar bones too. Turned them from flesh to ash.And threw them under the rocks haphazardly as you would the weeds in an unruly garden.A backwards bible. Cast them off of ledges and broke their necks for herbal cures and birthing your children safely.Finger’s pointing in their faces.… Continue reading Incantations of Laughter
Author: The Welcome Light
Before I knew
When I think about love... I think about how I would feel on Sunday mornings at 11:00am.Well rested and aware of a whole day stretching before me like an endless road. I think about the sound of my mother laughing in the kitchen on the phone or my father throwing my sister in the pool-her limbs akimbo… Continue reading Before I knew
Waving
When Joyce flew away, she went up and out. No whimper, no whisper, no crying, no shout.So quick it did happened, she left no time for goodbyes,This was her way, why were we surprised?Our only remembrance was to hiccup and stare ,at the mountain of letters and the old brown reclining chair.When Joyce flew away,… Continue reading Waving
On the (almost) First Day of February
Here’s what I know about love:It holds your hand, and you don’t need to ask it to.I know it comes back, even when you lost it-it stills knows you. It’s been sitting quiet for you, waiting til you are ready to receive it again.I don’t know what it looks like, but I do know how… Continue reading On the (almost) First Day of February
Spring Semester advice
Take a breath, a really big one and enjoy it. Go ahead and roll your shoulders back and drop them into place. They don’t belong at your ears. Trust me. Root your feet into the ground, balance comes from building things correctly, not swiftly. It’s ok if you need to get water, in fact everyone should get some more… Continue reading Spring Semester advice
A thought at dinner with someone I thought I liked
I looked out the window and thought this: “Am I the barometer for these men to find out if they can love?” I get even the hardest of cases at my door, knocking with hat in hand, weaving me stories and I invite them in. I can love anyone if I find something special about them.… Continue reading A thought at dinner with someone I thought I liked
The Stories we Tell
I don't need to write it here to remember that this semester was hard. But there, now it is written. And as I am nearing the end, I find myself counting the blessings of the days.Two cards today from students who both said thank you.And I may never get another, but this will be enough.The… Continue reading The Stories we Tell
Simplicity
The ingredients are simple.Blend the butter and the eggs and the vanilla and white sugar and the brown. The flour and the salt. The baking soda, the baking powder.The chocolate chips.You use your hands perhaps, the way your mother did-elbow deep in a silver bowl as big as the table. Her wedding ring, gold, sitting… Continue reading Simplicity
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