She curled into herself —
an injured body
wrapped around its soul,
frozen in the middle of an empty road.
One half broken and bloody —
the other, beautiful and whole.
One eye soaked in crimson —
the other, a moonlit marble.
Each a globe of fear and wonder.
With an ungloved hand,
I stroked her autumn-colored bristles,
combing a path between her two grand ears,
following, like calligraphy, the S of her spine,
my knees holding the half of her that was whole,
her body warming the part of me that was cold.
How long would we sit like this,
could we sit like this —
cars rushing by,
nearly taking us both out?
And yet we were unmoving, waiting as the last
frozen tears of the first winter storm fell,
bits of Christmas snow descending softly
grief melting into beauty
sorrow melting into peace.
A life — or two or three
moving beyond pain
My essays, poems, articles, and children's stories have been published in McSweeney's, Couloir Magazine, Slow Trains Literary Journal, Flatirons Literary Review, Colorado Parent, and The Caterpillar. After earning my graduate degree in English from Middlebury College, I taught high school English for ten years. I then took five years to be with my children and during that time, published my writing—educational content for textbooks, personal essays, articles, and children's stories. I have now returned to teaching English to middle schoolers full time. I live with my two daughters in Boulder, Colorado, where we spend time playing outdoors and reading good writing.