Category poetry

i am: a Poem

i am the quotidian sisyphus rolling up socks and bemoaning the mountain of dishes i am a sort of atlas crushed by holding the world of burdens not meant for me i am a frail achilles vulnerable not in my heel but my heart i am no god or hero there is but One who […]

Carry On: A Poem

Carry On, Tired Exile, In this Not-Yet, Not-Home. Tripping and rising, and denying and hoping, Tired Exile, Carry On. Carry On, Heavy Heart, Darkness bleeds at the edge and your mouth is full of dirt from your stone Heavy Heart, Carry On. Carry On, Weak Spirit, Unrequited and grieved by Humanity, so much me and […]

The Terror of Studying the Book of Job

I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat and snicker, And in short, I was afraid -T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock This year I resolved to spend all of 2018 resting in one book of the Bible. Job has always […]

I never expected to be here today: A Poem

It’s easy to look at the days full of meltdowns as wasted days or inconveniences, but I think that maybe they bring about the best kind of heartbreak for a mother. They are the ones that give us insight into who are children are, who we are as mothers, and they break our hearts with […]

Motherhood

It happens like a kind of Dying. Head over porcelain, world spinning. Two lines and excitement and terror. It happens like a kind of Living. Tiny heartbeat, little body wriggling. Movement and growing and just knowing. It happens like a kind of Dying. Tightening, sweating and moaning, and fear. How much more? and how long? […]