Category: Family

• Daily practice

  My muscles tear for you, infinitely small and subtle, healing and tearing again. In time, I am bent to fit you, my edges sanding down, curves softening, wrapping through yours, less opposite, more flexible, able to twist with your twistings, sigh with your sighs, wonder with your wonderings — a multitudinous one. I dissolve, I…

  Jenifer

  September 21, 2014

  Bite-sized sampler, Family, Love, Meditation, Muse, Yoga

  poetry

• To my Aunt Cathy

  It was as we played king of the raft — bobbing the way it did, always half-swamped with the translucent green of the little lake, and all of us shouting, thrashing, sending the fish to the bottom, the sun shining our suits, our shoulders and necks matted with tangled hair, you watching from shore with…

  Jenifer

  September 13, 2014

  Aging, Childhood, Dying, Family, Memory, My family

  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

• Four haiku on the August garden

  I. Four white roses bud in the scorching August sun with care, confidence. II. The sun loots our patch in its hegemonic rage. We defend this space. III. Rain, drench us through. The heat swells, crackles, moans — grant your persuasion. IV. Four white roses bud in the soulless August sun, pressing their case.

  Jenifer

  August 20, 2014

  Bite-sized sampler, Family, Garden, Nature, Seasons

  poetry haiku

• I say goodbye

  In small bits and pieces, the wake trails — a bit of flesh, a heartbeat, a bit of mind, of memory, those moments so carefully gathered up, gaining distance behind. Flesh of my flesh, heart of my heart, mind of my mind, hand of my hands, noise of my noise, song of my song, I…

  Jenifer

  August 15, 2014

  Aging, Dying, Family

  poetry

• Haunted

  I had thought it was God who visited me that night, or the devil, but perhaps it was just you,

  Jenifer

  July 11, 2014

  Childhood, Family, Memory, My family

  poetry