Posted in May 2016

cracks at the seams

cracks at the seams

In the rush of water crushed against rocks, the men grab the edges of children, spilling from the press of bodies in the boat, water up to the knees, no hands thrown up in joy. Arrival like its own new fear, every step a strange push forward. Desperate people will always find a way. In … Continue reading

No room for grief

No room for grief

It is almost Christmas, and my mother is standing in the kitchen, between things. “What am I doing?” her question resounds, but it’s not because she’s forgotten. She looks lost in the room. I’ve never seen her like this before, absent. I hold the shell of her in long hugs when she can’t decide what … Continue reading