by Emily Wierenga | Jan 12, 2011 | Uncategorized
but you didn’t see the hole in the wall, the one i made with ringed fist in the basement that was our first home,you didn’t know about the wall, did you? or the way i stopped eating, new-married, the way i needed canvas not to bring kingdom come but to... by Emily Wierenga | Jan 9, 2011 | Uncategorized
sometimes i lie on my back in my art room and stare up at the attic door in the ceiling and wonder if heaven lies through the latchthen i find it, on my counter, in the brilliant blue of pottery and the red of tomato, and something so small, so insignificant makes my... by Emily Wierenga | Jan 7, 2011 | Uncategorized
the night swallows hard, living room toys scattered colors and the dishes humming, and bath-tub drainingit’s the only book we can read to him(cheeks pink, he sits in flesh all new and soft)and he begs it over, and over, the love on each page touching the words... by Emily Wierenga | Jan 5, 2011 | Uncategorized
he speaks to me in pictures.december dawn, he showed me a desert. i was john the baptist, roaming wild, sand in toes and stretch of blank ahead. that sunday, a sermon at church, i went alone as husband and baby were ill, i went and i cried as pastor told of... by Emily Wierenga | Jan 4, 2011 | Uncategorized
we followed light to the hospital, light that spilled sideways from the sky like marmelade from a jar while the car yawned exhaustand i thought of our tree, still up, for i’ve been unable to take it down, this birth of christ, this disassembling of the best time...