by Emily Wierenga | Jan 22, 2011 | Uncategorized
he smiles so big he falls over, my son.i used to fall over from a belly laugh. these days it’s all washing and folding and typing and cooking and using time wisely and falling over would be a waste of time, wouldn’t it?but he assures me laughing would be... by Emily Wierenga | Jan 19, 2011 | Uncategorized
the road runs long and white to the edge of the world where the house sits empty.we walk, scarves knit around faces, sky frosted glass. our words make puffs of cloud. she, telling me about the people who don’t want to let it happen. the fields are iced grass.... by Emily Wierenga | Jan 18, 2011 | Uncategorized
i live in a hamlet where two churches stand back to back and the congregations never face each otherthere is one intersection, the reformed school on a corner, with its library and playground and dutch childrenthe co-op another where most of the women are divorced but... by Emily Wierenga | Jan 17, 2011 | Uncategorized
trent is pulling aiden on his horse and the kettle whistles long lost train and the steam finds chai and i`m resting in the church that is my homethere is holy in the corners where the lamplight leaves its yellowthere is broken in the runny noses and stained carpet... by Emily Wierenga | Jan 15, 2011 | Uncategorized
you know him as king of one shot poetry and master of the literary word, and he humbles me by showing here his heart, a bruised man who’s cried out, “Are you?” to which God has responded, “I AM.” read on.it’s not like ithappened...