Tagged with poetry

“The Thing Is”*

The last time I was this stuffed with life my grandmother lost hers. What I have left of her now is a curio cabinet filled with a few photos and mementoes, and her scent secured two years after her death in a plastic bag of her bath towels, which I refuse to wash. Every once … Continue reading

Lake Silverthorn

Much of what’s been on my writer’s mind this past week regards last summer: a summer in which, while hugely pregnant with new life, I confronted the dying and deaths of an uncle and grandma whom I loved very much. Written in honor of my godfather and late Uncle Greg, who died after a brief … Continue reading

How hard we try

My reading lately has introduced me to two beautifully done, though emotionally challenging, pieces, i.e., this by Martha Bayne and this┬áby Adele Myers; two exciting writers, Cheryl Strayed and Elissa Bassist, their recent dialogue and work, which I’ve added to the “to-read” list on my new goodreads profile; a great poem, “I had been sad … Continue reading