Amy Secrist

Tag: Catholic poetry

  • Infinitude

    I don’t love you to the moon and back. I love you to the ever- extending curves of the multiverse and back again.

  • Suffer the Ache, Sweet Babies

    When earth finally moves again and soil gives up after soaking rain, we watch seeds pods crack open, spindly white stems humbly folded, their heads still buried in dirt. I marvel at miracles, little babes surrounding me like folds of skirts, hugging my legs and screaming all sorts of nonsense because they are tired and hungry. I…

  • Being Loved

    Being loved is like this: “I love you, Mom,” and like this: “Arrrhgrrh!  You never let me do anything!” and like this: “Mom, I don’t ever want you to die.” Being loved is like wind off the ocean, harsh and constant, invigorating and powerfully wild.