2019, my Dad and coming back
2019 was a year that was filled with loss for me and my family – a dear aunt, my step …
2019 was a year that was filled with loss for me and my family – a dear aunt, my step …
Even the spires of milkweed bend over in the low tumble of wind through the prairie, dry reeds tapping hollow …
Tomorrow my son moves back in bringing inexhaustible items in large clear sacks that swallow the floor like jellyfish claiming …
How you pull me down and up at once. In you I see ancient, raw days when I brought something …
In my belly, now flat, curled a spine with indistinct tissue wrapped around its tiny bones like those of a …
Inexplicable. That is what I say when you tell me and all I can do is shrug and count: How …
Slowly, slowly life comes back. Hair-fine roots far below the surface muster a wiggle, a stretch, and stir for us …
maze of brown at the center, trees empty of leaves, row after row stretching to scattered hazel edging the lake, …
All that comes to me now is the prairie, how it is empty to the casual eye, how you walk …
Puddles of snow pool under shrubs – miniature glaciers for voles to cast through. Sparrows, geese, all as one gather …