Category Archives: Poetry
After the Miscarriage
They say holidays are hard times for those who’ve lost loved ones. I’m 33, happily married, and we still visit my grandparents’ homes on Christmas day. Death has not been a big part of my life. But, two years ago, I miscarried on Christmas Day. The uncles, aunts, cousins and vibrant grandparents sat around the (…) MORE »
Changing Direction
Summer 2007 Issue He clung tightly to my chest trusting my movement my lean my direction too young to hide his concern or curiosity. I smiled gently and held him close as I walked forward amidst the swell, the crowd that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. I could feel his body tense with (…) MORE »
