Phoenix
This is the great unhappening. If a tree falls in the woods if no one is there to hear if your only child dies a mother unmothered. You sold the van. They are going to set your baby on fire.
This is the great unhappening. If a tree falls in the woods if no one is there to hear if your only child dies a mother unmothered. You sold the van. They are going to set your baby on fire.
Congratulations to the winners of the 2020 Dreamers Haiku Contest! Once again, hundreds of haiku were submitted to this year’s contest…
Our emotions are raw Kept tightly wrapped We talk of friends, the weather Never, what if………… Waiting this time is like watching for a birth
My Gran was born Florence –Imagine a baby in the 1920s With such a serious name–Burdensome, so she went by another But we never forget…
I saw my father in the mirror. The eyes within the glass— The same shade as an Oak cascaded in moss— Are an uncanny reflection of his own.
Mid-way through a week of walking the vales and fells of the Lakes | My new friend Judy asks: | What do your parents do?
I hold the paper in my hand. My case worker is friendly, not callous or distant. I ask him to decode the letter I have received in the mail. I think it says what I hope it says…
and every day my mother, who is every day a mother, looks down defeated by her hands the hands that are her mother’s hands the gnarled strega nonna branches
Run. Twirl. Swing. Dash out the door. Hop around squares. Kneel on the floor. Jump through two ropes that are turning. All as natural as a bird taking wing.