by Kathleen MacGregor
It is spring
But it is not lightness and joy that
Are visiting her today.
The daffodils
Are blinding in their yellowness
And she turns her face away.
The crocuses
Are unfolding themselves and having a stretch
But she walks past them without a sniff.
The robins
Are feasting and round on worms.
So many worms
Lay dead, having drowned and are uneaten.
If she finds one alive on the walk
She picks...
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by Kathleen MacGregor
Because his body sat itself down
And I could almost hear…
Because he thought he was alone, unwatched, unknown,
Because I was home and could afford
To spend some time,
I opened my arms and heart to him,
To us.
And because I did,
He spilled his worries and his sorrows-
The purple bags beneath his blue eyes,
His trembling hands,
All the things he doesn’t know
That he needs to learn
To...
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by Kathleen MacGregor
While you were away,
I swept up a bit
And shelved the books
That had been piled into
Tottering columns and
Spread across the Ottoman.
Piles you shifted each time
You came home.
PilesĀ I insisted were
Exactly where they needed to be.
While you were away,
It seems I took over
The fussing,
The irritation with clutter,
The discontent.
The resentment.
While you were away,
I woke up early, and
Made...
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by Kathleen MacGregor
Dear Love,
We’ve changed. At least, I have and I can see how much you’ve grown from boyfriend to husband to father. Thank you for walking with me.
What I want to know is: What is your desire? Do you want to skim the surface of a lake, laughing over waves, behind a boat in summer? Do you want to try scuba diving and go deep? Explore places no light’s ever reached before and be...
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by Kathleen MacGregor
Learn the broken, secret questions.
Perhaps morning blushes with need
Even as flowers
Blaze
Bleed
Devour
Celebrate
Its...
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