Theme
Faith
5 poems, newest first.
00“Hope” is the thing with feathers“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -Waiting on a reader01The Year We Stopped Setting a Place for HimThere is a year, and then there is the year after, and somewhere between them a hand stops reaching for the extra plate without anyone deciding it should. Nobody announced it. My mother simply set the table for five instead of six, and none of us said the number out loud, because saying it would have made the empty chair a subject instead of a fact. I used to think faith meant believing he was somewhere. Now I think it means setting five places and trusting that the missing one still counts, somehow, in a ledger none of us can read.1 critique02Two Words for RainMy mother's language has two words for rain —
one for the kind that asks permission,1 critique03What My Mother Prayed in the Other LanguageShe prayed in the language I was taught to lose,
soft in the kitchen, before the six o'clock news.1 critique04Villanelle for the Unanswered PrayerYou do not answer, and I keep asking anyway.
The silence has its own liturgy by now —1 critique