Thursday’s child is full of grace

I have a lot of anger that doesn’t know where to go. I am not sure, at all times, what I am angry about. I feel frustrated, turned around, upside down. I’ve bit my cuticles raw. The cold, wet of February is dogging me. I am down. I don’t think it’s unusual for someone to […]

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a few questions lately:

What if forever looks like this? What if it gets better from here? But then again, what if it gets worse? What if I go wrong somewhere, and everything falls apart? What if I am brave and it works out? What if something wonderful happens? What if I cut myself some slack? And you, what […]

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What I hear, what I see:

The room, blue leaning towards green.The light, edging out of gray towards white. The curtains, patterned with flowers and the shades open to the thin tree trunks outside.The blue blanket covering your legs. The green one covering your foot. Your robe, edged in white around your neck. The contrast of your dark beard.The glow of […]

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News

I received some exciting news. I read it in my email, slightly tipsy off of one glass of wine while the sun was setting behind the gas station that we were stopped in. I read it, then read it aloud to Mom, then read it aloud to Dad. Life it seems moves in strange and […]

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For Mary

When I heard you were gone It was my brother, a poet, who told me. I read it, in tiny ant letters on my phone and then instinctually looked out the window at the bare trees. I mark time by the branches in the backyard And the tiny snowdrops that spring up out of nowhere […]

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not a bad way to start

The sun rises. I look for little kindnesses. I search for signs on the wind. I wait and watch the clouds part. It’s chilly but bright. There is hope there. I hang on a little longer. I wait and watch some more. My fingertips slip on my sadness. I let go and fall a bit. […]

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A memory forward

I am reminded of how many good things can grow in the deep winter of our lives. How seeds planted can sprout magically overnight (though there’s no such thing as overnight although there is such a thing as magic). How even the moon sometimes hides. How graceful the trees look with no leaves; dancer’s hands […]

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A distinct pleasure

The light outside the window waning against unlit houses. The trees, bare and dark as the sky closes in around us all. The wind moves against the windows, a creak and moan of settlement from the foundation nuzzling against the earth. Me, looking at you sleeping; your eyelashes closed against your cheeks and I envy […]

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