Unemployment, Night 6

When thunder woke finally, my living room windows perfectly framed its burlap anger, evangelical The corduroy couch beneath me, that lonely pilgrim, knelt amidst the wildling morning, fragile as matins On a pathway in a park called Adulthood, a woolly storm dangles acorns above the ground in which they will take root, huffs to tamp …

A Scarf of Words

If only she could pull each page out of Lao’s book, stitch them end to end, and wear them as a scarf always.

Take Root

The field lies like a still lake, an opaque film of silver or green—water or soil, apathy or memory—obscuring the mayhem underneath A tenebrous home once floated here. Inside: chrysalis, pupa, larvae, whatever I left those costumes in closets to mold over years ago. But, then again, my home was never on the ground.    …

All About Connections, Following the Kelleys to Iowa, Part 3

Part 1 Of this series of posts was about a woman named Mary Hibbard Stewart and the possibility of her being my 3rd great-grandmother. TL;DR: Mary lived near my 2nd great-grandfather John Kelley in two different states from 1850–1880. Part 2 established that Mary was the right age, had not yet married John Stewart when …