Lizzie Joy (loveland) Nunemaker I come back to it over and over again Another person is crying on my couch Admitting to despair Like it’s some kind of secret this world is ruled by the ruler of hell I went through life wondering why the jaguar-faced indifferent persons That love in a meat-grinding way, affection…

  The verse John 1:5 has been on my mind ever since I found out Teddy had a “mass” on his spine at the 34 week ultrasound. “And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it.” NKJV “The light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not overcome it.”…

A Study of a Bunker before Bedtime (Probably February or March 2023) It’s 6:59pm My baby is laying on his back, but facing me in the loveseat while I sit on the floor. He continues to wave his teether at me, and put it near my face so I can perpetually be amazed by his…

-Lizzie Joy (loveland) Nunemaker There’s so much beauty out there that I feel I can no longer return to.  I see my skin, dimpled with pores like an orange, dry from too much sun damage. I’m proud of my laugh lines though, for they were chiseled out of a mountain of grief. My laugh lines…

By: Lizzie Joy (loveland) Nunemaker I grew up in a lovely postbellum mansion in the South, which was once a series in a chain of houses for the Long Island  “East Egg” winter colonizers. Ours was first owned by Dr. Wright from New York and then I believe was rented by “the” Cabots of Boston…

     Our son is radiant. He is delighted by everything; his eyes widen to accommodate new acts of wonder and he speaks constantly, like a spring trickling out of a mountainside. Our son is infatuated with Baby Kitten: he flaps his arms at the very sight of her, and stretches his tiny torso, grasping…

By: Lizzie Hoy (loveland) Nunemaker I see pain and pain and pain cascading I feel so much And ask Him, what do you want from me? Even with all my effort, chronically misunderstood.  God is the only one who truly sees things as they are. My people are utterly numb They stare at screens and…

By: Lizzie Joy (loveland) Nunemaker We are the ones that won’t die much though the demons confer about our demise. They watch constantly, popcorn falling out of their bile mouths. Like a cave of frenzied bats they screech with glee when they can put a hook in our back, something we might believe. But we…

By: Lizzie Joy (loveland) Nunemaker Wednesday October 26, 2022 12:54PM I have exactly one hour and six minutes to write this before I leave to pick my three-and-a-half month son up from my mother-in-law’s; it’s been almost four months since I’ve opened this laptop, and I have a lot to say. We are going to…