by Minerva Rising Contributor | Jun 5, 2015 | The Keeping Room
The Yesterday Today and Tomorrow Tree grew in the garden of our home in South Africa. It usually flowered for one season, purple and white blooms sending their perfume through my parents’ bedroom window. In the year my father died, it flowered beyond its time...
by Minerva Rising Contributor | May 29, 2015 | The Keeping Room
Photo Credit: www.archdavisdesigns.com Dad was more storyteller than mechanic, leaving his wartime occupation as soon as his tour ended. He was a Bible salesman when he met Mom, but before I was in preschool, my parents made a choice that was unusual for...
by Minerva Rising Contributor | May 15, 2015 | Blog, Poetry2, The Keeping Room
Mother, may I go to him, my brother slave to the needled beast Mother, may I love him the way you never did Mother, may I rest his broken heart at your feet Mother may you mend that heart, shattered and addled, for the weary lot of us...
by Minerva Rising Contributor | May 9, 2015 | Blog, The Keeping Room
The small high desert cemetery perched lonely and dry on a forgotten rise past the outskirts of a town that chose to grow in a different direction. The tombstone had reduced the lifetime of this woman’s struggles and joys to her name, dates, and one word—Mother. When...
by Minerva Rising Contributor | Apr 24, 2015 | Blog, The Keeping Room
Editor’s note: We asked our contributors to respond to this spring-related prompt: Using the following phrase as a starting point write for 10 minutes without self-editing: “Collapsing under a canopy of green…” (source: The Journal) *** My town of Great Barrington,...
by Minerva Rising Contributor | Apr 17, 2015 | Blog, The Keeping Room
Editor’s note: We asked our contributors to respond to this spring-related prompt: Using the following phrase as a starting point write for 10 minutes without self-editing: “Collapsing under a canopy of green…” (source: The Journal) *** The Thrill Is Gone Collapsing...
