motherhood

The Pull Toy

It is rare to encounter contemporary, rhyming poetry. And especially rare to encounter good contemporary, rhyming poetry. So I was very pleasantly surprised when I found A.E. Stalling’s poem “The Pull Toy” in Five Points Journal. It is a simple, heartfelt poem, very different from the intentionally weird poetry that many reputable journals seem to prefer nowadays. It is […]

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Baby

  You are A long time Coming   Now All time is Your time   My time is Yours since Before   But your Time is Not mine   It is yours I get to Watch it   Feel how You are not In me   But you were There you Grew   Into a […]

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Two poems, two sites

In trying to get my poems published in places other than my blog, I’ve been very happy to discover the amount of beautifully-run online poetry journals and sites. Among them is the Boston Poetry Magazine, Pilgrims and Kumquat Poetry. Today, both Kumquat Poetry and Pilgrims published one of my poems. So, thank you Kumquat and […]

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Babies on Planes

  When I am on a plane, and I hear a baby begin to cry, I think: cry, cry, cry.   Cry slower and louder. Cry longer.   Cry while your mother walks you around so that the entire plane can hear you cry.   Stop crying; whimper softly. Make us think you are done, […]

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Beautiful baby fear

A few days ago, my son turned seven months. Since then, I’ve been rereading passages from Marilynne Robinson’s Pulitzer Prize-winning novel Gilead. It’s about many big things – religion, death, separation, love. But, to me, it is about a dying father who makes sense of his life by writing about it. In doing so, he […]

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