Category: Memory

• Waiting for the doctor

  hazy dry, as if in midair distant beeps, rattles, blood pressure cuff wheezing up, releasing, hour after hour, day may become day Of all possible recollections, you pick the one from December twelfth, thirteenth or fourteenth, you revolve, nineteen-fifty-three in ice cold Korea showering down in luxuriance, soap, frigid water trailing over your skin after…

  Jenifer

  November 10, 2016

  Aging, Death, Dying, Meditation, Memory, My family, Parenting, Veteran’s Day, Violence

  poetry

• The meadow prefers no trespassers

  or, To Donald Trump and all the other letches throughout my long life, starting at age 11 and continuing far longer than anyone would expect It is not for nothing that I seek payment for you to come near my soft body. It is a design to hold you off, just so, make you think…

  Jenifer

  October 22, 2016

  Childhood, From Hafiz, Grief, Memory, Nature, Political struggle, Public, Seasons, Violence

  poetry

• Taking the car to the beach

  this is not quite the breeze that wound past us when we entered the woods off the dirt road and into the forest path, wheel ruts covered in moss, air mingling sea, hemlock, wintergreen, moss, and the fresh soil overturned when you backed out of the cul-de-sac because a tree had fallen that winter while…

  Jenifer

  September 25, 2016

  Childhood, Lake/ocean, Memory, Muse, Nature, Pentwater, Seasons

  poetry

• How to live in a dorm

  Label everything. Your scent will not do. Your good grades will not do. Use only indelible ink. Label it with your name and a time stamp saying when you will be back and expect it to be there waiting. This goes for shoes, of course, as well as books, desks, kitchen supplies, shampoo, underwear, beds,…

  Jenifer

  September 10, 2016

  Humor, Memory, Muse, Parenting, Teenager

  poetry

• From the ether

  Late in the afternoon that day, as the low sun pierced the leaves like a thousand glimmering stars, each of my long-dead patients rushed me towards an unexpected, unearned bliss. Of course, it seems shallow how memories, obscured by our endless tasks, doings of this moment or that, can burst into our presence and bring…

  Jenifer

  July 22, 2016

  Aging, Art, Cro-Magnon, Death, Memory, Work life

  poetry

• 7/15

  blue jay caws swell the faraway echo, drawing us near our sandy bluff — breezes wrap, spin us round, return us round

  Jenifer

  July 17, 2016

  Meditation, Memory, Muse, Pentwater, Tanka, Yoga

  poetry, tanka