In response to a recent blog post, “7 Things I’ve Learned about Marriage (After Two Months of It)” a reader wrote this poem. I liked it so well I wanted to share it with you. Thank you, EAN, for the poem. *** Just like a tapestry Carefully woven A marriage is born Where love is […]
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He’s not angel. Not demon. Just flesh. I thought I would come to know someone different: a hero perhaps. In my mad moments, someone inferior: dumber, meaner, more annoyed. Turns out he’s made of the same substance I am. Wrong sometimes. Right sometimes. Always best when he’s not aware of it. In
Poem and pictures by Sharla Baer. *** Hello. I am Sharla. I paint and draw emotions and life. I love music and art and old books. Coffee too, but I don’t think I’m addicted yet. The best part of my life is my fiance, Chadwick. He and I will be married this fall. This summer
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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
I clasp the hands of God, Then break away to run shrieking Across the fields of Rusk County. He catches me easily, And we laugh. He holds me tight As I struggle against his arms. Tossing me across his shoulders, We watch the setting sun. “Please, God, could we, If it works with
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