Editor's note: In the roll up to the Holy of Holies for lovers, Word Woman offers some sage advice with a velvet cudgel about accepting what is in our relationships. The moss heart is Rosemerry's photo. She sees the shape of love everywhere. Because it Hurts...
Editor's note: This is the first in a series of five poems by our favorite Word Woman, the lovely Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, each meant to set the heart aflutter in the roll up to Valentine's Day. So if you think you can't find the right...
Bliss Except When It Is Not We took a ride in a one horse open sleigh today, and I was one horse and the red sled was the open sleigh and the kids laughed and reeled as we trudged through the field and searched for the perfect Christmas tree, which was not hard to find. The noon sun, it caught in...
the truth enters the room like a cold cold breeze— sometimes we’re ready for a break from the heat, sometimes it’s just so cold * it’s not as if we can make ourselves fall in love with the world, but I’ve noticed that when I look up it’s more likely * it is after all the longest night and even though tomorrow it’s only one more minute of light it is one more minute * I have been praying for openings, and behind every door that...
To Fall Deeper in Love with the World Sit with lichen longer than comfort allows. The urge to move must rise and pass, rise and pass,...
