Amy Secrist

Tag: NaPoWriMo

  • The Coy Wife

    after Annie Finch At times I can lament my youthwhen body smooth and taut did proveitself blind to age and the passage of Timewhen words o’er ran the banks of meter and rhymeand verse came flawlessly free and streaming.Now the babies, crying then squealingwith delight and true frustration;we are swamped with operation:Family Life.  So now…

  • the inefficiency of love

    I stand in front of a full sink, my leg inches from the dishwasher’s open door,and lean over the racks to add a glass.You are cutting a half circle behind me with a hand fullof forks and spoons, dropping water, marking our path.We lean and wait, and wait and bow, letting each other passwhile water…

  • For David, After Mass on Donut Sunday

    Our cheeks rub together,we are nose to nose,you grab my hands, my face,and kiss me from your toes! Our voices sing together,Yours much louder than mine;Your song brings me solace,and much more joy than wine.   I consider the way we face the days,and how at nights I tuck you in;tomorrow we’ll meet another sun,a…