Who Is Donna DeGuglielmo?
I hadn’t expected her passing to affect me as much as it has. After all, we never met in person. It was her need for me, or what I perceived … Continue Reading Who Is Donna DeGuglielmo?
In the Depths of Winter
Ice crystals of fear at the edges of my heart, a cold chill blows through me; the heavy burden of sorrow snows down, thick, relentless, numbed and blinded by storm … Continue Reading In the Depths of Winter
December 31, 1999
I thought it might be fun to ring in this new year with a poem that I wrote on the eve of the new millennium. No partying like it was … Continue Reading December 31, 1999
Light in the Midst of Darkness
What is one human being? A baby is born into the world in the dead of night. The stabled animals nearby barely notice, and the travelers sleeping overhead have absolutely … Continue Reading Light in the Midst of Darkness
The Advent Wreath
Waxen pillars tipped with fire in a ring of evergreen; like our souls, the flames lift higher with our prayers to God unseen. Remember, remember in the bleak of December… Waiting … Continue Reading The Advent Wreath
Inside Out: Advent Week One
Do you ever feel like you’re inside out? Or like the world is? This Advent, I’d like to explore the theme of “light in the midst of darkness.” So I … Continue Reading Inside Out: Advent Week One
Unborn
We all begin in mystery. When I was smaller than the period at the end of this sentence, my life’s story began. All that I cosmically and genetically am was … Continue Reading Unborn
The Best Laid Plans: Memoir Update
“The best laid plans of Mice and Men often go awry,” so says the poet Robert Burns,[i] with whom I heartily agree. The plan I laid at April’s ending had … Continue Reading The Best Laid Plans: Memoir Update
Blighted
“The blight’s takin’ her slow, limb by limb,” said the man with the saw, flanneled arms crossed, looking at the pear tree with its hard and gnarled fruit, some naked, … Continue Reading Blighted
Who You Are
What words cannot tell nor images show… No fragrance, no strain of music, no touch can hold on to what I know… You… You, my Lord… You. With that little … Continue Reading Who You Are
Rooted
Rooted. A nice way of saying “stuck.” This tree is stuck, it cannot move unless a force shall blow, or chop, it down dead. Never roaming to distant lands, or … Continue Reading Rooted
Patient
Note the patience of a violet who, when heavy with bee, droops and bows and nearly breaks, as the strange creature bumbles deep within; brought low to the ground, she … Continue Reading Patient
Ode to My Mother
Who was my mother before she was my mother? A little poem from the archives to celebrate Mother’s Day. I love you, Mama! Within Her Hands Within her hands, now … Continue Reading Ode to My Mother
of false gods
I first wrote this poem in 2016, on April 1, and called it “April’s Fool.” My own personal experiences inspired the writing, though my experiences weren’t so blatant. Poetry is … Continue Reading of false gods
Lovely
Happy Easter! Happy Spring! Happy Birthday! Rise up from the tomb of gloom, Rise up from your old ways and be not afraid, Rise up to newness of life! The … Continue Reading Lovely
Eternal Passion
Is all human suffering the same suffering — the suffering of God who is a man? Did he not exist before all of us? Did he not live in the … Continue Reading Eternal Passion
Christina Chase 