“…every wish one lives for or doesn’t…”

A poem. …The body remembersevery wish one lives for or doesn’t, or even horror.- Yusef Komunyakaa(“The Body Remembers”) She wakes, her body rolling over waves that do not crest.The tide has carried her out, far beyond the limits of her mother’s permission— She fears she will not make it back.Regret lodges itself inside her chest,Continue reading ““…every wish one lives for or doesn’t…””

Wondering and Wandering

December. Time of gathering darkness into which will be carried, bravely, the promise of light. Well, bravely—or not, as the case may be. The light will nevertheless return. I wonder as I wander It has to have been a woman who dreamed the words of the Appalachian folk carol into being. Walking outside under aContinue reading “Wondering and Wandering”