Liz JakimowSpring is coming<option id='CX1PH'></option><select id='xh18b'><span id='yaSup'><form id='OMzP9'></form></span><dd id='71FFL'></dd></select><dt id='7jmnL'></dt><style id='o6Mwy'><big id='KIXtg'><i id='fkGGK'></i><tbody id='4Ci4p'></tbody></big></style><abbr id='hsqJR'></abbr><p id='DHwDZ'><sup id='mHflC'></sup></p><form id='58yTa'></form><bdo id='MF0nE'><sup id='SxPmx'><div id='9ofKV'><bdo id='lRjJC'></bdo></div></sup></bdo>The alarm clock screams me into consciousness, as I try to grasp hold of a dream that slithers away before I press snooze.Aug 62Aug 62
Liz JakimowThe silent screamI guess I’m okay now. I can go out into public, smile with my eyes, have work conversations where my brain seems to function, tell jokes…Jul 301Jul 301
Liz JakimowinBrigid’s ArrowHearing the pelicanA poem based on grief and the spiritual significance of the pelican.Jun 25Jun 25
Liz JakimowThank youThank you. The words we say to the cashier when she hands us our receipt, or our groceries.May 29May 29
Liz JakimowThin placesI long for the thin places Where the barrier between living and spirit Is a gossamer veil not a chasm.May 28May 28
Liz JakimowUntil I riseLife buries me deep sometimes| Into a place where sunlight barely penetrates And I am covered in darkness.May 272May 272
