Category poetry

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? […]

All in the Waiting

But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting. T.S. Eliot I believe our knowledge of history matters. Following the thread of humanity over time tends to illuminate our real nature doing away with our humanistic optimism. It’s disillusioning at first: recounting the wars, the vast errors and evils across […]

Dear Death,

Recently our family lost our infant niece. We’re grieving in our home, and seeking to put our own anxieties of the future to rest, but perhaps what is the most challenging, is knowing that the grief we feel, the tears we’ve cried, and the lingering sorrow, are but a drop of the ocean of sorrow and anxieties her […]