Amy Secrist

Tag: forgiveness

  • Nature

    My soul must be crooked – not curved – I mean. It must have angles and open boxes, not fissures, cracks, or splits, but myriad unclosed cubes. For as round as my universe is, for all the atmosphere and vaporous aura, for the spheres of planets and bright balls of gas shining around my sky,…

  • Advent Chain

    Our advent chain is cut from years-old construction paper, faded green, pink, red. The still-unlooped-strips lie flat and slightly crumpled in the “stuff cupboard” until I move them to the stairs until I move them to the piano where the tiny pile sits for weeks. I did not toss those loose pieces in the Christmas…