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Month: August 2010

Month 1:7

Early marriage is a wetland, a marsh of co-mingling reeds, breeding birds. Late marriage is two feathers finding the border of lake to forest. by Therese L. Broderick

Month 1:6

My mother loved me the same way she tended her rock garden, adoring stone lumps no less than buds no less than bugs. Hardly weeding. by Therese L. Broderick

Month 1:5

Last night the hailstones pummeled to the ground our one sunflower. Today its golden face still follows the sun, eye on the prize. Gandhi. Bhutto. King. Aquino. In honor of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. , and his “I Have  a Dream” speech, August 28, 1963. by Therese L. Broderick

Month 1:4

The train’s low whistle blows and blows and blows — mantra, mantra, mantra from station to station. by Therese L. Broderick

Month 1:3

I am fifty-one, I sway easily in my afternoon, I grow wise, I grow into that first tree I loved, loved to climb as a little girl. by Therese L. Broderick