Accompaniment/2
Alive beyond Alive My friend Loyola worked at Mount Saint Joseph and knew Pete Mosher. She and I reminisced before Pete’s funeral. Cab Yau picked me up at Loyola’s that morning and we went to…
Tag: Eileen McGrath Mosher
Accompaniment/1
Memory Flash He was focused, steady, concernedI was standing with Pete Mosher On South Grand by SLU in 2001Holding banners Condemning US sanctions on IraqAs cars and pedestrians go by Wednesday 19 September A sunny…
In Medias Res/1
Beautiful Friendshipsby Clara Takarabe Mark, I’ve been ruminating on your last email. There are a few things that come to mind really strongly when you asked that question, “what is important and what…
The Good News of Pregnancy, 4.10.2017
Eileen McGrath Mosher responded to my out of the blue text with word that she is expecting her third child this September.
Radiant and Wretched (Pay Attention)
“There’s plenty of time in this day” Who would claim that And risk setting off a cacophonous chorus of groans? “There’s never enough time To get done all the things I have to do— never,…
Soul’s Soundtrack
Before coming to tonight’s writing class I listened to a song from my youth George Harrison late 1970 My Sweet Lord I think I could go far in mettā If I allowed that song to penetrate…
“This Is It” by Eileen McGrath Mosher
Shim-dawg (lovingly named), My mantra this past week, “This is it,” without knowing it, consciously, it has been on your FB wall. I wondered but without a lot of curiosity what that meant to you….
Texting through the Tears
When there’s midnight silence She can hear his voice When she closes her eyes She can see him coming up the stairs I ask her to tell me Some of the nicknames he had for…
Moments
Friday 6 December 2013 Dear Eileen Thank you for being real In an unreal time Is it Death breathing down your neck Or just another terrifying episode to the ER 1/8th step forward 40 meters…
Makes Me Happy
To receive a vivid piece of writing (poem, rant, trans-genre) from a friend and then get permission to share it with others who are adept at appreciation To bike in Forest Park, run up Art…