Country Beauty
*** The feature photo at the top was taken by Sharla.
The Year Just Past and an Unexpected Relationship
Hello, good friends. My posts have been sparse lately, and it’s been a very long time since I’ve written anything, really, about me. This is partly because I’ve been busy, caught up in a swirling whirlwind of a life. So much has happened so fast, I’ve barely had time to process it all, let alone write
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God as Mother
In a bare, block-walled room I see them: young mothers. Their faces hang in that state of half-life between breath and desire, hungry. “Do you have any children?” I ask them. “How many?” “How old are they?” “What are their names so I can pray for them?” We are not allowed to ask what they
Wake Not Again
Kenneth Godoy sits with me and a few others around a small table every Friday, discussing the weighty subjects of Migration and Diaspora. He also happens to be one of my favorite poets and photographers. This poem is his. *** Who is responsible for the dead people on the Aegean. The women from Syria and
6-Week Round Up: All that Is Best, From Pizza, History, and Art to the Lies Women Believe
I am home. I sit in the library in Ladysmith, Wisconsin, looking out the window at the snow and melting ice. Home is good. My brothers picked me up from the airport, and the minute we entered Rusk County, I felt the silence of the place—silence laid out like carpet, swathed in snow and sky.