Love: An Education

Life, Poetry

Gathered with sibling and parents

at the dinner table, I watch

my father’s long, mahogany arm

stretch over to my mother, seated

at his side, and knead her neck

like dough, teaching me a lesson:

sometimes keeping two souls tied

does not require words.

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On Giving Thanks

Faith, Life, Poetry

On Giving Thanks

What Anxiety tells me

Life, Poetry

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Concerning Hope

Faith, Life, Poetry

 

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When I imagine borders

Poetry, politics

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Surrender

Faith, Life, Poetry

Surrender v. 2

Housework

Faith, Life, Poetry

House Cleaning

Why I doubt

Faith, Life, Poetry

Broken

Late September Rain

Life, Poetry

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Photo credit: Joan Stickles

Acts of Solitude

Poetry

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