Isaac
by Sue O'Doherty
Call me Sarah—
Not quite four score and ten,
But feeling it, after
A hard day at the office,
Or waiting for another plane;
Looking for the end of the day,
The glass of wine,
The New York Times
With Sunday brunch--
Not a bad life,
Considering.
Until one morning,
Hunched at the keyboard,
Hope, smaller and sharper
Than a tiny foot,
Kicked me hard in the gut,
And, doubting, I knew.
And then,
Like the ancient spelt
That innocently sprouts
On Kansas farms,
From this old
Sarcastic egg
Hatched
LAUGHTER
New as the day
That darkness was light.
How can this be?
(Who could doubt it?) |
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Susan O'Doherty's writing has been featured in Eureka Literary Magazine, Northwest Review, Literary Mama, Apalachee Review, Ballyhoo Stories, Eclectica, Reflection's Edge, VerbSap, Carve, Word Riot, Style & Sense, Phoebe, and the anthologies It's a Boy! (Seal Press, 2005) The Best of Carve, Volume VI, and Familiar (The People's Press, 2005). New work is forthcoming in About What Was Lost: Women Writers on Miscarriage (Penguin, 2006).
She is also a psychologist specializing in issues affecting writers. Her book, Getting Unstuck Without Coming Unglued: A Woman's Guide to Overcoming Procrastination, Writer's Block, and Other Obstacles to Living a Creative Life, will be published by Seal Press in the spring of 2007. Her advice column for writers, "The Doctor is In," appears each Friday on MJ Rose's blog, "Buzz, Balls, and Hype" (http://mjroseblog.typepad.com/buzz_balls_hype/ ).
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