Sonnet for My First Gray Hair
My hair comes in silver. I can’t decide if this is an ending or an unveiling.
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Passing the Paintbrush: The Legacy of Marilee Campbell
For her, art was not only a vocation but an escape, a “love affair,” as she often called it. At all costs, she made art. The full content of this post is available to subscribers. Subscribe now or log in!
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When Life Gets You Down, Be a Chin HairBy Mindy May FarmerOctober 18, 2025 Women spend endless amounts of time and money plucking, waxing, shaving, and enduring laser treatments to evict [chin] hairs, yet they stubbornly return, quietly demanding space. Things will seem clear and…
Caretaking
Yet no class or algorithm or podcast showed me how to be a caretaker to aging parents. In some ways, caretaking for children and elderly is the same. The full content of this post is available to subscribers. Subscribe now or log in!
twilight
the color melts out of each strand streaming in fine shadowy rivulets puddling in spots on arms, on hands.
Vitae per Mortem: Of Life, Through Death
I spent a week in my childhood home looking for a ghost. I sat where he used to sit. I talked to him out loud.
Jesus Feels for Us
You see, Jesus doesn’t want us to wait until we are flawless to approach Him for comfort and reassurance. He knows how wounding this life is. He felt it. The full content of this post is available to subscribers. Subscribe now or log in!
Blanche Berry and “Humble Teats”
Teats that now are pimples, Growing over skin On the childish bosom Innocent of sin.
Liturgical Mondays
Sitting in our circle, much like any other meeting of a mutual-aid recovery group, we all take a moment to express our truth for the week. The full content of this post is available to subscribers. Subscribe now or log in!
Vigil
I’m sitting by the bedside of my grandmother. She is breathing. Her mouth is open and dry and her breath The full content of this post is available to subscribers. Subscribe now or log in!
Holy Mess
Sometimes she doesn’t recognize when she has to go to the bathroom until it’s happening — it’s one of the big reasons Alicia and I decided she needed assisted living. The full content of this post is available to subscribers. Subscribe now or log in!
Sanctuary
Contest Honorable Mention Here in this wooded clearing, I search for stones,white ones, pushed from the earth round,washed and polished by rain, by wind.I circle them end-to-end,their flat faces hidden from heaven. Heavy,they will hold this offering. In the bower above me, green …