by Emily Wierenga | May 27, 2011 | Uncategorized
her photos, her words, like pearls across page, and this is patty… from finding serendipity. and this, her post, ‘miss daisy’. i hustle out of the house,about to embark on yet another day,my vision obscuredby all of my to do’s. i reach the... by Emily Wierenga | May 25, 2011 | Uncategorized
her bangs are crooked as though she took a dull scissor and cut and she looks young, with her wide-set eyes and freckled nose, 18 but she runs around with water guns and eats ice cream for lunch and watches cartoons. “i was an oops child,” she tells me,... by Emily Wierenga | May 24, 2011 | Uncategorized
i was an anxious child, scrunching my eyes when i prayed long lists of names so they might be saved and trying to picture him: this God. and i couldn’t see him, (and maybe that’s why i paint? my face alight like moses’ when i turn from canvas?)but... by Emily Wierenga | May 22, 2011 | Uncategorized
“he doesn’t like going for walks with me anymore,” she laughs, friend with the blue socks poking from vintage shoes, “because i always talk about the light, how i can never quite capture it.”we’re walking in the sand-hills and the... by Emily Wierenga | May 18, 2011 | Uncategorized
i step into boots and then, the night, and it is a full-moon tonight, grandma said and i look for it but the man in the moon must have had his curtains drawn, in a sky that seems God’s face for all of its vastnessi stand still while children everywhere sleep, i...