expecto patronum
Thanks to The Hero Factory, where you make a superhero in your own (albeit way-skinnier) image, I’ve put a positive spin on my limp. In the last step, after you…
Fat Tuesday
I don’t deserve my body / it may not be perfect but it works for me / and I can walk and I can see the sky—Lori McKenna, “The Deserving…
crOw
O, a long winterwatching the crowsballet dancerson the windO, out the windowonly place she goescarried safelyon their wingsbut they won’t share their secretsshred all the evidencethey won’t grant her wishesO,…
lists: another list (also a thank-you card)
I love lists—whether they’re in literature or song or even tacked to someone’s fridge. They tell us about other people while they remind us about ourselves. I once wrote a…
feeding the goddess
I’ve known Christine for nearly a quarter century, and she’s always been extraordinary. You could tell by looking at her that she didn’t merely walk on the wild side; she…
lunatic fringe
This old poem about knitting and unknitting, pulling together and coming undone, seems to suit me right now. I'm whipping yarns into a frenzy while I'm stuck in a chair…
scar tissue
The other morning, I called my mother to tell her something. Her voice sounded shaky, like she was about to cry. “What’s the matter?”“I’m having a meltdown today,” she said,…
happy new year!
Thank you all for a year filled with support, encouragement, and friendship. May we all have a happy, peaceful, and healthy 2009.
not myself
“This is not me,” I tell my husband. I have been crying, loudly, with choking and spasms and caught breath, for an hour, since he came home to tell me…
doable things
yesterday they carved a space in my bonesdug out pieces of me that my own bodyhad already evicted and now these fresh cut nervescan feel you on the porchknocking the…