by Emily Wierenga | Apr 19, 2011 | Uncategorized
Egg shell shatters, a thousand pieces of white and son plays with blueberries. We’re making scones on a Saturday. He laughs as the purple fruit rolls; flour on his nose. Flour his father-in-law grows, wheat fallen, wheat dead and drug, stripped of stalk where once it... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 18, 2011 | Uncategorized
she arrived in the mail, wrapped in cardboard, hands folded, wings wired, branches entwining figure. she arrived, a gift from faraway friend and i held her tender, this tree, this prayer. i placed her by my ivy by the light of the window where i do the dishes. i... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 15, 2011 | Uncategorized
maybe it’s all about looking out the window.the one that tells you those days of watching snow recede are buried white.the one that’s smeared with peanut butter fingers and drool lips, because your boy can’t stop kissing the outdoorsi couldn’t.... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 13, 2011 | Uncategorized
The smell of her hands reminds me of Africa. Of mangoes mashed, of me, feeding them to her, so small then, so very small and her brother too, and now, she’s feeding me, and why can’t I open my mouth when she wants me to? The sky is pretty, like my pink silk scarf, and... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 12, 2011 | Uncategorized
The wedding came with its flowers and its dress and its big white tent in my parents’ backyard, and we stood beneath the trellis looking white and black and pretty and handsome, a wreath of petals in my hair, and my heart screaming, What is happening?(For more, please... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 10, 2011 | Uncategorized
silence is praise to you, zion-dwelling God… you hear the prayer in it all. (psalm 65)light makes rainbow on dark wood of table, rings of color around our mugs and the teapot of summer-berry and the chocolate chip muffins and our hands folded over words...