Category: Love

• The gods, the gods, how they love to hide behind a veil

  I am not afraid of miracles, though all of my angry doubts must make you think so. I long for them, fragile as they are, and coax them with the gentlest flame. Last night, as I waited for my patient to turn, a noise came from outside that could have only been an owl. As…

  Jenifer

  June 23, 2016

  Ancient, Cro-Magnon, Disability, Dying, Love, Memory, Story

  poem, poetry

• Conversations with my mother, now long-dead

  I write to you everyday and each night in my mind — out of sight, out of love, out of repetition. Wearing grooves through stone along the road, my words think they can erase the first set and grind rather new ones or wipe them out altogether, letting me slide free off these memories, into…

  Jenifer

  June 9, 2016

  Family, Grand tanka, Grief, Love, Memory, Mother, Muse, Tanka

  Grand tanka, poetry

• Upon waking

  Last night, I dreamt my dog died. At first she just slipped her leash, and then as I reached to reclip it, her collar slid off; she became thinner and I wondered how the collar didn’t fall off all the time. I shortened it and tried to pull her close but couldn’t. As I began…

  Jenifer

  March 30, 2016

  Aging, Dying, Grief, Love, Memory

  poetry

• Simple grief

  bruised inside unable to feel my edges the weight dyed into me now, a flaw a hollow bell ringing itself, silent

  Jenifer

  March 26, 2016

  Death, Friendship, Grief, Love, My window at night, Violence, Yoga

• It is a mystery

  It is a mystery, some prefer to say. But this loss holds me still, years of confusion, hunching towards this, that — perhaps spiritual decline, perhaps a more ordinary plight. Either way, the residue stains. It is that purple stubbornness I cannot separate from, prevents perspective, cannot see at all if not through it.

  Jenifer

  March 24, 2016

  Aging, Family, Grief, Love, Meditation, Memory, Muse

  poetry

• Muse

  all the books we read together you over my shoulder, I over yours in the stumbles over words, unwieldy sentences, empty space before thoughts slowly form when we wander without aim you hold your breath, allowing chaos to braid into sense and unravel yet again

  Jenifer

  February 25, 2016

  Art, Bite-sized sampler, Love, Meditation, Memory, Muse, My window at night, Yoga

  poetry