by Emily Wierenga | Nov 29, 2011 | Uncategorized
“be careful of the ice, emily,” he says and he watches my step, for fear i might fall.”it’s my job to worry about you,” he says when i try to smooth the wrinkles in his face.me staring at his profile in the dark when the children are... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 28, 2011 | Uncategorized
we crouch by his door, trent and i, and aiden is awake and standing by his bed, and we’re sneaking up on him, to surprise him with love and we count, 1, 2, 3, then open and pounce and it’s amazing grace, the sound of a child laughing and we do family time,... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 25, 2011 | Uncategorized
I was born bathed in blood. Exposed and helpless, I don’t remember the tears and sweat that brought me to this world, the waters of suffering and sacrifice. Those things are my mother’s story. I only felt red cold fear. I am from Adam’s seed and with... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 23, 2011 | Uncategorized
the phone now, and trent answers. his voice wobbles like the spinning top we bought in mexico. and i hug our boys on the bedroom floor. he hangs up the phone, face ashen; holds us with his eyes. “one of my students lost his dad tonight. a farming accident, tore... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 21, 2011 | Uncategorized
“don’t forget about the dandelion” my sister tells me, and i nearly cry remembering the gangly-looking thing she brought me years ago, saying God had told her to give it to me. saying it represented my writing career.”i wanted to give you a... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 18, 2011 | Uncategorized
i saw the potter”i saw the potter at his wheel” says jeremiahspeeding on the highway in the wet and cold, i’vesettledbetween hope and loneliness withall the songs on replay i have never finished listening& he wets the clay, hands dripping with...