by Emily Wierenga | Jan 31, 2011 | Uncategorized
i’m a wreck with a nice face.i smile and disappointment is eased by pretty.church started at 11 and the toilet was plugged and the dishwasher was broken and i stood in my red pjs staring at the clock not able to move but i smiled, and the clock seemed to... by Emily Wierenga | Jan 29, 2011 | Uncategorized
our faces shine like moses’ and we meet God in the call of the eagle wild in the straggle of pine and spruce and the step of foot breaking frozen path”remember to look up” he would tell me, my husband back home to his wife who watches her shoes, so i... by Emily Wierenga | Jan 26, 2011 | Uncategorized
His baseball hat was black, it sat extended in his hands like a soup bowl, and there were no coins, and he was an older man with a grey beard and smile-eyes and he said hello as Aiden passed by on my hip and I said hello and wondered at the empty. The town was a... by Emily Wierenga | Jan 24, 2011 | Uncategorized
(friends… i’m in the mountains now, surrounded by your humbling prayers for my mother and finding myself silenced. in this silence, deb emerges, bird winged high, and she writes this prose and i share it with you… may God ‘wrap around... by Emily Wierenga | Jan 23, 2011 | Uncategorized
sometimes i see the little girl in her, the one that wanted to be a ballerina but shy stepped away for the mean of the others, the ones who called her elephant and made her tug on her leotard and wish for a mother who would hug her and make the awful disapper but her... by Emily Wierenga | Jan 22, 2011 | Uncategorized
he smiles so big he falls over, my son.i used to fall over from a belly laugh. these days it’s all washing and folding and typing and cooking and using time wisely and falling over would be a waste of time, wouldn’t it?but he assures me laughing would be... by Emily Wierenga | Jan 19, 2011 | Uncategorized
the road runs long and white to the edge of the world where the house sits empty.we walk, scarves knit around faces, sky frosted glass. our words make puffs of cloud. she, telling me about the people who don’t want to let it happen. the fields are iced grass.... by Emily Wierenga | Jan 18, 2011 | Uncategorized
i live in a hamlet where two churches stand back to back and the congregations never face each otherthere is one intersection, the reformed school on a corner, with its library and playground and dutch childrenthe co-op another where most of the women are divorced but... by Emily Wierenga | Jan 17, 2011 | Uncategorized
trent is pulling aiden on his horse and the kettle whistles long lost train and the steam finds chai and i`m resting in the church that is my homethere is holy in the corners where the lamplight leaves its yellowthere is broken in the runny noses and stained carpet... by Emily Wierenga | Jan 15, 2011 | Uncategorized
you know him as king of one shot poetry and master of the literary word, and he humbles me by showing here his heart, a bruised man who’s cried out, “Are you?” to which God has responded, “I AM.” read on.it’s not like ithappened...