by Emily Wierenga | Apr 8, 2011 | Uncategorized
LL Barkat… one of my word-heroes… shares here today, about a special moment with her daughter–a moment almost lost, but then heard for what it was, and sung into time. “Where’s the stapler?” she asks.I answer with my usual reminder,... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 6, 2011 | Uncategorized
i can’t sleep for thinking about him, the little boy in Room, the one who eats from his meltedy spoon and sleeps in a wardrobe and believes the world consists of these four walls for a mother saving him from the germs beyond the door, and i can’t sleep for... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 5, 2011 | Uncategorized
“this is a leaf, and this, grass, and all of this spring, and it is good,” i tell the one in red rubber boots and a smile that appears when dimpled hand touches newand it’s all new, and it’s all good for this boy who splashes puddle and tosses... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 3, 2011 | Uncategorized
Below, the world a wash of cloud and sky and wing and me, belly and leg in airplane seat wiping tears and she, a mother of six, wiping face also, on the screen. A reality show, the one where they do good by fixing up houses and her, a mother of six, crammed into an... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 1, 2011 | Uncategorized
welcome Laura, poetess from The Wellspring, whose every post makes me turn into a child and long for beauty…The spring winds blow through, making the trees dance and brand new blossoms fly from bending branches. I see him standing in the bay–this child of... by Emily Wierenga | Mar 30, 2011 | Uncategorized
we’re in cancun and the ocean sounds splash and the seagulls cry, peach sky, and we’re sitting on our bed not speaking.a day in the sun, a day against froth of wave and whir of tire and barter and grovel before mexican shopkeepers and children needing shoes and others...