Me and Sarah McMullen, learning by being. Rockport, Mass. August 2015. photo by John McMullen edits and text by Amanda Kimmerly
for as long as i can remember the children cried the pots seared and the tea boiled for as long as i can remember the breeze was outside while the smoke was in i’d swat at the flies i’d ruffle the bed i’d wait i’d cry while the children slept, i’d pause again for the hour… Continue reading past life inheritance – breaking old social structures
A friend at work asked if he could read my short stories some time. “What stories?” I said. “I don’t really write stories anymore. Sometimes I do. But I don’t finish them. I just don’t feel compelled, really.” Admitting that I wasn’t working on anything specific used to be a moment of sickening defeat for… Continue reading Sweet Butter – The Non-Writer Writer.
Poem (the spirit likes to dress up) by Mary Oliver The spirit likes to dress up like this: ten fingers, ten toes, shoulders, and all the rest at night in the black branches, in the morning in the blue branches of the world. It could float, of course, but would rather plumb rough matter. Airy… Continue reading Spirit Likes to Dress Up (POEM)