hope – Amy K. Sorrells

all the joy. a poem.

the gentle wipe of the nose helped her breathe, but my tiny granddaughter cried, mad i paused her feeding. then i remembered: how much the unexpected lapses in life are just the Good Father, wiping us clean so we can inhale all the joy.

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keep going. a poem.

give them something to get them through the winter, God said. And so up came snowdrops and crocuses sassy and strong. and i, walking by, keep going.

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november moon: a sonnet

november moon hugging the edge of night are you the only witness to the plight of a heart decades ploughed and shorn by lies? white stalk-arms reach stiff to the inky skies frozen again under a white facade of cruel obedience and auld bravade how do you do it? she asks the shy sphere howContinue reading “november moon: a sonnet”