by helenmcnulty | May 27, 2022 | Uncategorized
They say Padre Pio could be in two places at once.Then again, I may be mistaken,It may have been St Francis of Assisi -I never was good at remembering the saints. We had a picture of Padre PioAbove the door going into the back porch,The Sacred Heart in the living...
by helenmcnulty | May 20, 2022 | Uncategorized
Painting Asta I held your image in my hand and didn’t know that it wasn’t you. Two paintings sit abandoned. Like a tiger ghost estate. An ambition that was too much. Now I can’t go back. To where you were. To see your hair. To see your chair. To feel...
by helenmcnulty | May 13, 2022 | Digital Images, Poetry, Writing
Nymphaeaceae – Digital Image, 2007, Helen McNulty Nymphaeaceae Among tea breaks and doing the dishesMy memory floats like the water lilies.Pretty little teacup flowersSailing by on waxy green saucers. Under the spell of old glory (that never was, really)I slip...
by helenmcnulty | May 6, 2022 | Audio Recording, Stories for Children, writing about being a mother
Butterflutterfly by Helen McNulty...
by helenmcnulty | May 6, 2022 | Drawings, Writing, writing about being a mother
First Portrait I couldn’t move, but I could draw. I had a green pen, almost all the ink was gone. It was scraping along the little book I had set aside to put the notes of what it was to be mummy for the first time. The book was small. I forgot that my...
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