remember the promise

remember the promise to magdalena
a story waits
she waits
gathering together again
a lost journey
confusing jungle
absorbed
spat out
clean up clean off
see stand breathe learn again
she will wait
forgotten until a picture remembers

I went to a international women's theatre conference a few years ago a made a promise to finish a story I had been working on. That story has fallen by the wayside, but I remember the promise now.

for dr. tiller

for trusting women
for refusing to quit
for facing the threats
the assaults
the bombs
the bullets
beyond this world
whatever life follows here
may you have rest
may you have joy
may you know
how we miss you
and are poorer for your loss
but march on in your name

The murder of Dr. Tiller really hit me hard. I still don't know how to process it.