by Emily Wierenga | Feb 16, 2011 | Uncategorized
he stood at the door gripping blue bag of moose meat, and the light of the day shrunk back he handed it and i smiled and talked and he nodded and it was all pleasant then he climbed into truck and the afternoon swallowed himhe’s angry, she tells me later, his... by Emily Wierenga | Feb 15, 2011 | Uncategorized
we sit down to meatloaf and mashed and i’ve laid them out like a lover would, these macaroon chocolates in a heart on his plate, and in the middle, a pink sticky, pen scrawled “i would choose you all over again” and the candles circle each other like... by Emily Wierenga | Feb 13, 2011 | Uncategorized
it’s about stepping into sunshine…”this winter was made for children,” husband says pulling sled to church, the world and i in our brown curdoroy jackets and the sky, a picnic of blue and yellow and white and “so warm, so full of snow,... by Emily Wierenga | Feb 11, 2011 | Uncategorized
I drove into the parking space just as the red pick-up pulled out next to me and turned sharply, clipping the small car next to it so hard it rocked on its wheels. The pick-up idled in the cold, white vapor sputtering from the exhaust pipe. Inside, spattered windows... by Emily Wierenga | Feb 9, 2011 | Uncategorized
the world was a womb, a vaccuous space and life, in the leg of field, in the arms of tree stretching high touching sky and everything pulsedit’s a boyi’d fallen asleep on the sheet while she’d met him through the screen and i’d woken to her... by Emily Wierenga | Feb 8, 2011 | Uncategorized
this is my mama. isn’t she lovely?and she has a story, a deep one, which some of you know… which i’m sharing here today… join me?love e. by Emily Wierenga | Feb 7, 2011 | Uncategorized
sometimes you buy dollar-store flowers and stick them in a vase and pretend they’re real. a big vase, and every time you look at the table you smile at the color on those synthetic petals and think about the soil that lies like a grave beneath the snow, and you... by Emily Wierenga | Feb 5, 2011 | Uncategorized
it isn’t spring but everything in the call of bird and undone jacket tells me it is.the snow is ice for the melting, sliding son into fields of cows and fence and he squeals when he sees the animals and throws straw like confetti and steps across the one that... by Emily Wierenga | Feb 2, 2011 | Uncategorized
sometimes it’s all we have.that slide of the cloth curtain, that peek into the horizon and the sigh for the gold, blue and violet. and then, the miracle of caedmon red splashing righteous andwe sing for the light holds us through the dark of any day. i am a... by Emily Wierenga | Feb 1, 2011 | Uncategorized
everything in me tells me she’s a girl.she has brown hair, this daughter of mine. brown hair and her father’s eyes and she skips stones like amelie and helps blind men see. i felt her swim across the front of me last night as i lay in bed early for the day...