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... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 11, 2011 | Uncategorized
It was university and we were in chapel, singing, when the hymn broke in two with the towers and the news camera, all shaky as my knees and the other students standing as I folded and cried. This Canadian girl.(Won’t you join me here for the rest of this story,... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 9, 2011 | Uncategorized
(Thank you, dear Jo from Mylestones, for these words on 9/11, and the God who hates suffering…)He asked if I knew about the towers falling down, did I remember and was I there. I slid the sliced apples onto his plate, prepared for snack time, but not for this.... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 7, 2011 | Uncategorized
summer is falling golden and the combines cutting crops into cash. steel aluminum pots boil apples and the oven afire with crisp and pie, and you can smell the cinnamon as you walk the road strewn with autumn. everywhere children in school, their shoes squeaky new and...