Category: Family

• Day 1

  tree stands alone empty black branches yellow-gray field I am not afraid to come to you

  Jenifer

  April 1, 2015

  Death, Family, Memory, Nature, Seasons

  nopowrimo, poetry

• Jacksonville, Illinois

  i. Why do I think you are here with me still, taking note? I pull off the highway, end on a dirt road as usual. Strangers look long, out their way, as if destiny is known. I wish you were gone, really, truly gone, that that would sink deep in, become an organizing piece of…

  Jenifer

  March 21, 2015

  Chicago, Childhood, Death, Family, Friendship, Meditation, Memory, Nature

  poetry

• On reading “Hearing a Flute on a Spring Night in Luoyang by Li Bai (Li Po)”

  Thinking of my old home and garden, I break into a hundred thousand shards of mirror, not quite identifiable, but not yet lost. They lay there blinking partial, shifting images as the moon paces above in its forgetting path. Shall I piece them together? Is it time? Is it possible? I am sunk. If I…

  Jenifer

  January 19, 2015

  Aging, Childhood, Dying, Family, Fantasy, Meditation, Memory, Muse, Pentwater

  poetry

• Book of changes, ii

  The after-silence opened early that December morning (sometimes it comes as a surprise and sometimes expected, they say). We stepped into it on your last gasp (ready or not, dreaming or not) and as you were dropped into the ground (the splash of water, the frosty breath). We stood shaped (sent forth, novel, unprotected, planned,…

  Jenifer

  December 3, 2014

  Aging, Childhood, Dying, Family, Memory

  poetry

• A rose on the first day of winter

  Still deep pink, regardless of the snow settled between its petals. I ask you how will your innocence hold up,

  Jenifer

  November 24, 2014

  Aging, Dying, Family, Love, Seasons

  poetry

• I say, tilting my head

  ,” I say, tilting my head adjusting my earring, you holding my coat and scarf as if you are my servant, laughing with eased waists, as if we are sisters. At the front desk, you say, “go figure,” shrugging, I nod, pay, tip, sun streaming, warming everything it lights, you disappear into the back office,…

  Jenifer

  November 9, 2014

  Family, Friendship, Love, Work life

  poetry