Tag Archives: family

End of March, beginning of April

I am a hunter of fiddleheads and spruce tips for a spring salad in this time of snow still melting on the north side of the hill and leaves not yet raked up at the edges of my lawn this … Continue reading

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More on orange lilies

Those flowers looping my great-grandfather’s headstone were the tigerest of lilies, outrageous tongues licking the hellfire fade of his name from granite, harder than he was when his mother begged him to drop his King James in deathbed drama, and he wouldn’t. … Continue reading

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thanksgiving, 2012

i would rather embody grace than say it, hands folded neatly over these plates, shining my grandmother’s pattern & i remember her hands stroking napkins to smoothness on this table, teaching me the placement of plates & which forks to … Continue reading

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Cutting teeth on prophecy (keeping the Sabbath)

Every Sunday after church Ezekiel’s wheels spun and dazzled on the kitchen ceiling over their heads painted there by their words– I saw them there; those, and angels with wings covering jewel-toned eyes chanting “Holy, Holy, Holy,” and they did … Continue reading

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a letter from my father

this one, from Asia, 1963 he writes to her locations blackened out by censors but they left enough of his yearning to lie next to her his hand covering her newly-swollen belly feeling for that first small kick no one … Continue reading

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how is this supposed to work again?

after my mother’s hurricane rage would rip the roof from our walls my father would climb his ladder & quietly nail everything back together

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It’s only too late when you’re dead

my mother & my father’s brother took me out to lunch after they got married sweet to see her blush & soften like a girl when he took her hand & he smiled like an Olympic winner, only with less pride … Continue reading

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