Occupation
by marci madary I used to be a poet. I am not sure anymore. The part of me that lived in the land of metaphor and verse has been invaded...
Exceptional
marci madary My Grandma was 98 ½; she died on my grandpa’s birthday. He had left this world 5 ½ years earlier. Cognitively engaged until...
The Wonders of Worry
by Marci Madary Worry wakes me at four in the morning. Worry walks with me and my dog. Worry refuses to wash off my hands, even with...
A Widow Poem
Is a widow ever not a widow anymore? Is a mother ever not a mother? Even if, God forbid, all her children die? In the sensation of the...
By your holy love you have redeemed my world
for Janey on her 47th birthday “Lick, drink, suck,” my big sis and I instructed the tequila novice seated at the card playing table. As...
Wild Flower
I have never aspired to be a fireman or an astronaut or the president. I have dreamed to wake up as a Wild Flower. A wild flower with...
Easter Hope
Not chocolate or ice cream or meat, not alcohol or cigarettes or cussing, oh no, none of these. It seems I have given up sleep for Lent....
Mary Oliver
Normally I reserve this blog for original poetry. But today is different. The poet of my heart, Mary Oliver, died today. As a...
28 Years
I was young, younger than I even realized, but so elated as my belly swelled, as your wiggles made ripples on my abdomen. I couldn’t wait...
A Birthday
Today is the birthday of Mother. My thoughts wander backward in time… I am wrapped with her tenderness, the smell of her love; Reminded...
