Majid Naficy: I Have Become a Resting Place
And my mother, who at her death
Called out to her sister Ozra,
Has not yet let go of
My own sister’s hand.
Abby Zimet: Mother On A Mission — What Else Could You Do To Hurt Me?
Campaigning. Photo by Jessica McGowan/AP . Among the stories still trickling in of improbable mid-term victories – including news that recounts are now underway in the Florida races of both … Continue reading
Michael Simms: Four poems tracing an arc of forgiveness with real world examples
I was so sick of myself
Tired of everything tainted with myself.
Emily Dickinson: As Imperceptively as Grief
As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away – Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy – A Quietness distilled As Twilight long begun, Or Nature spending with herself … Continue reading
Majid Naficy: Empty House
Every Wednesday since Mother’s death Four sisters get together In their empty childhood home To share memories And make a plan for the house: Should they sell to developers For … Continue reading
