Category: Emily Dickinson

• Prayer

  (upon learning of a friend’s violent death) i allow me to pause to rearrange my heart, its sinews, tissue, the rhythm it takes while I walk this street now, all making way for a new configuration you being gone in an instant, in the heat of that strangling hour give me some time yet to…

  Jenifer

  January 23, 2016

  Death, Emily Dickinson, Friendship, Grief, Violence, Work life

  poetry

• 1108, college edition

  The Bustle in his Bedroom The Weekend after Drop-off Is loneliest of industries Enacted by the Mother — The Sweeping up of Bookshelves And putting Clothes away We shall not see used again Until Thanksgiving (nay! Christmas) — —————————————— One thousand pardons to Miss Dickinson, and to readers who are a little tired of my…

  Jenifer

  September 5, 2014

  Emily Dickinson, Family, Humor, Teenager

  poetry