Shari Lawrence Pfleeger
New Zealand Sister
Almost antipodean, in diametric movement along disjoint meridians, wearced and swiveled, twisted and coiled, slowly spinning until life’s voyages conjoined. Now our worlds rotate harmonically together as whānau: extended family, sisters bound bygenerosity, kindness, appreciation for each other and the natural world. As pohutukawa bloom, she honors me with pounamu, prized stone of Maori chiefs,fashioned as koru, the […]
Misuko
I. Having feared water all her life, my mother now floats between life and death. Japanese Buddhists embrace Misuko: humanity infusing a newborn drop by drop until the child is whole at seven. My mother’s oozing, losing humanity drop by drop, mirroring our mortality. She seems stuck, dying more each day, in my mind each […]