The Current Scene of my Childhood Home by Morgan Liphart The bees are circling something warm and sweet in the yard. I was something warm and sweet in the yard once. The sky was the same color as a slow ache for years, but now itβs blue. Just blue. Now comes the unfolding of prairie cones and wild indigos, dotting color between the trees as if nothing ever happened here. I happened here. In dreams, my memories are something that can be undone, like a leaf falling upwards. As if a flutter of small hands, tender and purposeful, never struck the sandpaper of a matchbox again and again underneath the porch until everything I knew was black dust. As if I never believed we could have started new if just given the chance. But, still, now, a breeze scented chamomile sweeps through the tall grasses, leaves, past rabbits drifting to their dens. Itβs as if the land itself was healing, slowly forgetting. I want to heal too. I want to rush back, put my palms to the earth and say, βIβm forgiven. Iβm forgiven.β
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Morgan Liphart’s work has appeared in anthologies and journals across the United States and England, such as the University of Oxfordβs Literary Imagination, The Comstock Review, and Third Wednesday. When she’s not writing, Morgan enjoys her career as an attorney and adventuring in the wild spaces surrounding her home in Denver. Her favorite Halloween costume of all-time was her costume as a squirrel that her mother sewed for her in 2nd grade, complete with a paper mΓ’chΓ© acorn.
Morganβs debut poetry chapbook, Barefoot and Running topped several bestselling lists and has brought healing and comfort to readers worldwide.
