by Emily Wierenga | Sep 21, 2011 | Uncategorized
we make apple juice, 28 jars, and the pulp settles pink. it’s midnight, and my mother in law is here, and she teaches me more than apples. she washes dishes and pours me a coffee and her forehead wrinkles when i cough. her three caesarean scars have long healed... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 19, 2011 | Uncategorized
i think of her as i rock, the world a spindle of mothers, unraveling in house coats and tousled hair, our bodies nursing babies and the thread of life on a spit-up clothi think of mum and how she gave herself to me, how she gave body and midnight sleep to me and how... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 16, 2011 | Uncategorized
The thing about being an artist is sometimes you’re the last one to know. I spent a lot of my life making art – copying down song lyrics, taking photos of things at odd angles, making up short stories in my head – but I never called it art. I just called... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 14, 2011 | Uncategorized
beef is browning in the cast iron and kasher is fussing and aiden wanting a story and so i breathe. count the ways i love them and exhale seventy times seven. adjust kasher’s soother. slip to the floor while the beef browns and read to aiden, ‘i’ll... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 12, 2011 | Uncategorized
lighter shades of eyes let in more light, she tells me, and i smile, my eyes green-blue. that’s good, i whisper. and there it is, in the outline of the leaves falling and aiden and i are chasing it, this light, in the woods by our house. aiden, babbling to the...