Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
Read the latest from my poetry blog, “A Hundred Falling Veils“, where there’s a poem in every day. You can use this link to subscribe.
A Hundred Falling Veils
- In Its Own Time May 13, 2026Long before dark a single bat zig zags and dips, its erratic twisting and diving so unlike the smooth loops of swallows— it’s like when forgiveness grows wings before the mind is on board, moving inside us with its own mysterious intelligence. More agile than we thought, surprisingly flexible, wild, clearly blind. How strange to see it flutteringin the light, something we’ve been told is improbable. We couldn’t say […]Rosemerry
- What the Heart Knows May 12, 2026In every moment, there is a car and an infinite hill and the chance you will roll down that hill. With no brakes. Backwards. When grief first yanked me into its old beater, I was too stunned to try to stop gravity from doing what gravity does. Mostly, these days, I forget what can […]Rosemerry
- A Small Lesson in Infinity May 11, 2026after “Flower in a Field” by Dario Cvencek A mother is still a mothereven in an empty house, even when there’s not a childhanging on her hip or leg, she’s still a mother even when the floors are clean, devoid of Legos and Monopoly houses. Even when silence fills the spaces where oncerang laughter, crying, singing,even when the cake stays exactlywhere she […]Rosemerry
- Things I Learned from My Mother May 10, 2026That women can run for office and win.That a song is a great way to wake a child.That, in fact, there is a song for everymoment of the day, from packing a picnic, to washing your hair, to saying yes whenyou ought to say no. That scrambled egg sandwichesare a fast and easy mealand fresh herbs make […]Rosemerry
- Sitting Beside the Cellist During Sound Check May 9, 2026for Noah Hoffeld With the long slow pull and pushof the bow on the stringsin so few notes he carriesthe unsayable into the roomtill the air rhymes with loss and honey and amethyst sky and every verb I’ve ever knownslips out of the clunky shoes of its syllablesto sit at the foot of the cellosaying, “teach me.”Rosemerry
- Listening to Glen Velez in a Garden in Ohio May 8, 2026 Rosemerry
- Still May 7, 2026Over four years after his death,I still sleep with Skinny Puppy, the lovey my boy treasured and slept with each night, even into high school. Flat with no stuffing, a soft square body with a small round head.Every night in the dark, I tuck its worn,brown fabric beneath my left arm, let it nestle up against my heart. Every morning, […]Rosemerry
- How to Make Popovers May 6, 2026Just because it is simple doesn’t mean you can depend on good results. There are tricks to make sure they pop. Preheat the buttered pan at 450 degrees. Bring the eggs to room temperature. Whirl them with salt till the wholemixture froths. Warm the milk, but not too hot.Melt the butter. Be stingy with flour. Mix only as long as […]Rosemerry
- Not That I Like It, But I Tell Myself May 5, 2026It is okay to be numb today, to be stuck, to not want to move.It is okay to be so exhaustedwith the ache of meeting the world that even the extravagant apple blossoms,all fragrant and fluttersome, look like dingy white scraps, used tissues.It is necessary, even natural to sometimes shut down, to let the self be cold. The wood frog can […]Rosemerry
- Instead of Lamenting Aging May 4, 2026Just let the world amaze you. —Augusta Kantra I want to know these brittling bonesand sleepless nights as transformation, my life an expression of the fundamental power that drives the universe to dramatically change—as bud becomes bloom becomes fruitbecomes soil; as star dust becomes protoplanetary disks becomes asteroids become planets; as girl becomes woman becomesslower till she’s silence. As dinosaurs become […]Rosemerry