Praying with Fringes 11/09/2016 – it is the motion that runs from the eyes to the tail of a dog

Hope Lisel Mueller It hovers in dark corners before the lights are turned on, it slates sleep from its eyes and drops from mushroom gills, it explodes in the starry heads of dandelions turned sages, it sticks to the wings of green angels that sail from the tops of maples. It sprouts in each occluded … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 11/09/2016 – it is the motion that runs from the eyes to the tail of a dog

Praying with Fringes 02/06/16 – and the earth has a new language

Snow Lisel Mueller Telephone poles relax their spines, sidewalks go under. The nightly groans of aging porches are put to sleep. Mercy sponges the lips of stairs. While we talk in the old concepts- time that was, and things that are- snow has leveled the stumps of the past and the earth has a new … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 02/06/16 – and the earth has a new language

Praying with Fringes 12/11/2013 – and the earth has a new language

from Snow Lisel Mueller Telephone poles relax their spines; sidewalks go under. The nightly groans of aging porches are put to sleep. Mercy sponges the lips of stairs. While we talk in the old concepts--- time that was, and things that are--- snow has leveled the stumps of the past and the earth has a … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 12/11/2013 – and the earth has a new language