November 2021 – Stacey Murphy _

Late November Hope

My shoes celebrate the forest floorweeks ago they crunched the leaves on this pathloud and delectablehomemade potato chips for the feetand today the frozen mud, like clayyielding in its satisfying wayas I move through these trees againasking in each seasonwhether strangers who know your secretsare really strangers at all? The hemlocks know what I wonderasContinue reading “Late November Hope”

Dia De Los Muertos (2009)

In 2009, just after Halloween, I flew to Tucson to be with my dad. His second wife, Lynn, had passed away just a week or so before. The day before my return coincided with the All Souls Procession, a celebration of life that defies description. It really does. It’s a giant, moving party-as-parade that endsContinue reading “Dia De Los Muertos (2009)”