by Emily Wierenga | Oct 30, 2011 | Uncategorized
we’re drinking tea, the spicy kind that smells of autumn and outside, trent collects colors from the garden. orange pumpkins and green zucchinis and tomatoes, red with taste.we’re sipping autumn in clay mugs and talking about halloween. my friend, when she... by Emily Wierenga | Oct 28, 2011 | Uncategorized
I’ve never been comfortable with calling myself an artist. When I say it I kind of mumble it beneath my breath and downplay that I could have such a title. I feel like a fraud, that I should have my work shown in a gallery or have... by Emily Wierenga | Oct 26, 2011 | Uncategorized
i would stand in my Sunday leotards after church on a curb with my pastor-father and mum and my brother and sisters and we’d hold signs that declared truth in magic marker letters, and then we’d go for day-old donuts, until the next year, when we’d... by Emily Wierenga | Oct 24, 2011 | Uncategorized
i see it in the way mum smiles as though Jesus himself has told her she’s beautiful, the way she dances when she cannot walk, mum who has brain cancer.i feel it in the leaves touching my face, my son tossing armfuls of autumn into the sky. i hear it in my... by Emily Wierenga | Oct 21, 2011 | Uncategorized
Once or twice a year we’d head to The Plaster Fun House on Shaker Road, select an albino figurine from the metal shelves, pick a palette and settle in to paint at a long, newspaper-covered table. One time I chose a stately Indian chief, painted a regal scarlet and...