Thursday, July 7, 2016

Strangers have always confessed

Strangers have always confessed

    to her, and now, with the baby, they tell her about their babies, now retired, who have
    babies who have babies. Eighty-eight years old, my husband gone, one of my sons gone,
    just one son left and all his babies here, family means everything. Remember to take    
    pictures.

Friday, June 17, 2016

Terrifying headlines about children

Terrifying headlines about children

    mean that she will never read those articles, never. And then she does, recoiling, wincing,    
    praying.

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

If she could puree the world

If she could puree the world

    to make life easy for her son, she would, but because life won’t fit into the small, be-   
    smiley faced blender, she plops into it chunks of cooked sweet potato, banana, avocado.
    From now on he will eat what grows in the earth rendered thin, fluid, creamy.

Monday, May 30, 2016

What Is Wobbly Will Right Itself

"Tiny Little Series" by Kate Castelli

What Is Wobbly Will Right Itself

probably What is wobbly will become strong
someday but only if it wobbles enough

I consider several counterexamples
Threadbare fences hanging on by one measly nail
The skinny tree tethered on each side to a wooden post
a family tree come to life
Worse of all the limb shaken from within by illness
not evil (the illness) but cruel and thoroughly despicable

What is wobbly can be steady
See There is my baby son lifting his own head
Raising his own body to sit
Learning how to hold himself

What is wobbly reveals the work
and weight and sway

of the unattached and coming undone

the classification that we all fall under





[Image above by Kate Castelli]

Monday, May 23, 2016

Parenthood is a time of boxes

Parenthood is a time of boxes

    both empty and full. Everything comes to them in a box—high chair, diapers, wipes, car
    seat base, bottle warmer—and is then unboxed. She slices them at the seam, folds them    
    flat, body into shadow, or places them inside each other, nesting dolls.
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