Renée Darline Roden – Writer

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  • baptism by fire

    Mountain steaming baptism complete, One stumble on the path back down, Skin lost, blood seeps, Small gravel lacerating Blood blistering my palms. Christ fell three times, and I’ve still but once. One puffy pinhead of Stigmata puckers underneath my skin. I wait for it to rise, To scab, To work its way down or back…

  • lace, of mother bees

    lace, of mother bees

    twin oboes, intertwining lace threads of darkness, weaving voids into tender filaments of light, tying interstices out of water, reed, and echo. A viola cries muted sobs to wring your fur-wrapped heart, a burning furnace on a childhood night, thick with crickets, glimpsing the white arches through windows of brick homes. the professor reading Sunday’s…

  • even people can be places

    even people can be places

    And yet all this comes down when the job’s done Showing off walls of sure and solid stone. —Seamus Heaney, Scaffolding (as reported in the MTA’s Poetry in Motion series) Thoughts from one morning, walking back from Hell’s Kitchen to my own little corner of the world, passing St. Patrick’s Cathedral, and deciding to stop inside, because…