By Sherrie Cassel The moon refused to disappear into the sky this morning greedily taking away from the sunrise. I do not begrudge the moon refusing to submit; it lights our nights, along with the stars on a clear desert night – and it holds space for the sun, until it must wrestle for topContinue reading “The Last Stretch”
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Mining Grief
By Sherrie Cassel The condensation drips like diamonds onto my glass table, a thrift store find. I’m mesmerized by the beauty of drops of water, and I marvel at the ecosystem contained within each tiny drop – and I drink the tiny globes on my glass. As the sun rises in the sky from theContinue reading “Mining Grief”
On a cloudy day
By Sherrie Cassel The sky has reluctantly given me ten drops of joy – in this gray and orange sky – our colors mother and son. Is your Spirit a joyful witness of my life trajectory? Or would my occasional sadness bring your angel spirit down. I’d prefer to know you’re happy rather than haveContinue reading “On a cloudy day”
Clearing the Muck: an Allegory
By Sherrie Cassel I don’t understand how reflections work. Narcissus stared into his own reflection and in his vanity, he fell in love with it. I’m looking out my window at 4:30 a.m.; it’s dark. I can see the reflection of this room in my office window. I can see a few of the piecesContinue reading “Clearing the Muck: an Allegory”
A Different Drummer
By Sherrie Cassel “Raise a child in the way she should go, and when she is old, she will not depart from it.” Proverbs 22:6 Another lie I learned from fundamentalist and evangelical doctrine – screamed from the pulpit – finger of judgment pointing at me…and only me. To be fair, it is not Jesus,Continue reading “A Different Drummer”
America: A Dream Deferred
By Sherrie Cassel I’m generally a calm person. I pray. I meditate. I take great psych meds. I’m even keeled, even in crises. I haven’t been unhinged for so long, I can’t remember the last occasion I was graced with a manic meltdown. With this being said, I’m very close to a primal scream. TheContinue reading “America: A Dream Deferred”
Ode to Joy
By Sherrie Cassel I had to walk away; you see. The memories of shame and Survivor’s guilt no longer serve me. I made it out alive, so alive, moreso than you have. I’d be lying if I said I don’t worry about you and hope that you’re thriving away from me. You really can’t goContinue reading “Ode to Joy”
Untitled
By Sherrie Cassel The truism “absence makes the heart grow fonder” works well for those in grief. Over twenty years ago, my father died, and during that time, I’ve developed a greater understanding of who and why he was. I’ve even developed some grace, maybe not forgiveness, but definitely … understanding. In the ten yearsContinue reading “Untitled”
Sloughing Impurities
By Sherrie Cassel Dripping colors swirl in the fire blending and stretching in the skilled and scarred hands of the glassblower — until she learns how to coordinate breath with white hot flickering flames. I can’t imagine the learning curve for a newbie. I’m fascinated by fire – not like a pyro fascination, but IContinue reading “Sloughing Impurities”
Where to begin
By Sherrie Cassel Old school grammar and composition dictate the rules for writing an essay; there is a structure; there is, in every culture, a common syntax. Granted, some syntaxes are more sophisticated than just a formulaic subject and a verb. In America, in 2025, twenty-one percent of our population was unable to read, andContinue reading “Where to begin”
Grief to Gratitude 