Martha Agnes

Joined September 2023

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"She's kinda crazy on a good day, but fun." Martha's BFF

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GOD'S EARS
Every prayer I pray swims upstream wearily 'gainst tides of disbelief. God love me? Are you kidding? What a bizarre joke in this awful place
By Martha Agnes2 years ago in Poets
Ode to Mama
Oh, sweet Mama of my heart! I remember the wisps of silvery hair, and the distraction in your gaze. I could so rarely talk with you.
By Martha Agnes2 years ago in Poets
Morning Prayer
Whirling in the breath of the Tao-- in that vortex of bliss and of exquisite pain... Manifested for me as purest love --
By Martha Agnes2 years ago in Poets
For My Beloved Aunt Eloise
A leaf has fallen, a blossom faded. Of course, I know it is a New Beginning. Never mind. I shall, wise as I may be, sob!
By Martha Agnes2 years ago in Poets
Recipes (three) My Mama Taught Me
Three vintage recipes: 1) CREAMED BEEF, PORK, or CHICKEN When I was a child, my mother sometimes made creamed chipped beef on toast for breakfast. It was served at Emory & Henry College on Friday mornings, and for that reason, I got up early on Fridays while a student there.
By Martha Agnes2 years ago in Feast
Martha, Did You Know?
I can’t. She crowds the bed in which I sleep, taking way more than her fair share of the Peace and of the Rest. Do I really know I can’t?
By Martha Agnes2 years ago in Poets
Hello, Good Friend!
A deer came slamming into my right front fender and I am here to rue the day… but not she. She flew back, legs broken,
By Martha Agnes2 years ago in Poets
STOWAWAY
Chapter 3: STOWAWAY Move forward with me to the fall of 1948, and to the living room of the tiny house in which I was living my new life with four siblings and my parents.
By Martha Agnes2 years ago in Chapters
Amsterdam 1942. Top Story - March 2024.
She was awakened, in the dead of night, by the sound of a stranger’s voice, quiet but intense, drifting up the stairwell from the kitchen. “Who in the world?” she thought. Fear crept from her belly to her throat.
By Martha Agnes2 years ago in Chapters
DUELING DUO
Morning has broken me into jagged fragments all scattered now on the hard-packed, bone-cold sand. I cry— Oh Baby!
By Martha Agnes2 years ago in Poets
FLYING
This is my life that I live to the full-- intense… precarious… flashing through me, by me, almost.
By Martha Agnes2 years ago in Poets
We are All Married
Get her to the church on time-- she wants to be a Bride! But oh, no, that is not to be. She feels -confused -scared
By Martha Agnes2 years ago in Poets