by Emily Wierenga | Mar 8, 2011 | Uncategorized
she made paintings, water on color and the pictures sang and the people praised and then she married my grand-dad, a police officer who was never home, and she had two kids, yvonne and peter and her easel became a thing to prop up the laundry, and the colors began to... by Emily Wierenga | Mar 6, 2011 | Uncategorized
he’s in his robe, the brown one with terry cloth and aiden, to bed, and the house is ours, the night a swing on which to dangle, me in my pajamas, the cotton ones and he puts a hand on the rounded place, the space that grows, the God whirling life... by Emily Wierenga | Mar 4, 2011 | Uncategorized
so there’s rob, in all of his blunders and follies and twitter scandals, in all of his passion and his walks through the rain and there’s his deep, deep eyes for people which makes me want to know the kind of God that whispers, “i love you... by Emily Wierenga | Mar 2, 2011 | Uncategorized
they woke me at two in the morning, those boys on the road in their plaid jackets and mittenless fingers, hatless heads and clown noses and “i wonder if they put those on to try and stay warm?” my husband wondered.mother in law had stopped to see if they... by Emily Wierenga | Mar 1, 2011 | Uncategorized
the night found me, a room of my own in a sky of moon and tree shadow, and i stopped my dishes, looked up into stars which scripture says he’s counted and that’s when i heard it, as lentils stuck to soup bowl, rice hardened white, and hands aged with the...