Primapara by Celia Gilbert (The medical term for a woman who has borne one child) Pigeons on the ledge, midwives, iridescent motion, a babble of fates. A loneliness bigger than my belly, the waters, the mystery indwelling. Nobody talks, nobody sees...
Ears of the Heart by Robert Cording St. Benedict said, Listen with the ears of your heart. And so I try to remember what was once heard in the practice of the heart’s listening: the surprise of a robin’s common song when I was ready to...
We had a really lovely start to the new year. First, Mass for the feast of the Mother of God. I was thinking how perfect it is that Jan 1 is a holy Day of Obligation. I’m so glad to have that nudge otherwise I might not do what I know I should...
Poem at the New Year Once, out on the water in the clear, early nineteenth-century twilight, you asked time to suspend its flight. If wishes could beget more than sobs, that would be my wish for you, my darling, my angel. But other principles...
