October 24, 2021 KimHarms

“To Mom and Dad, somehow you ended up with one artist and one writer and you never told either of us to “Go get real jobs.”Life Reconstructed Acknowledgments Page My brother is an artist. He creates things that are crazy detailed and beautiful. There are bull sculptures covered in gold leaf in some glitzy steakhouses across the Midwest. There’s a bumper pool table that lights up in time and pattern with the beat of whatever music it is set to somewhere in Miami. There is an engagement ring on the finger of rapper Jeezy’s fiance Jeannie Mai. And there is…

April 1, 2021 KimHarms 3Comment

She didn’t know it was him. Not until he said, “Mary.” She was looking for Jesus’ body after arriving to find an empty tomb, when Jesus himself asked her, “Woman, why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?” But she didn’t recognize him until he spoke her name. There is something intimate about someone you love gently speaking your name. I remember when Corey returned home from climbing a mountain in Africa. “Kimberly.” More than the sum of its three syllables, that deep man voice saying my name by the baggage claim sounded like love and felt…

January 20, 2021 KimHarms 2Comment

Up the ladder On the loft She snuggles in with her boy Her hand on his small back Memorizing the little bumps of his spine That mole on his shoulder The silk of his hair Scratching his back until his rhythmic breath Informs her of sleep. There is only this moment. Only she and her little boy. The one God gave her out of heartache. The beauty born out of the ashes. And she is wholly unable to remove herself from this beauty Motionless she fears when he wakes He will be compelled to witness the slow fade of his…

September 9, 2020 KimHarms 83Comment

I cried on and off for 8+ hours the day our governor announced that spring sports in Iowa were cancelled. By the time I went to bed, my eyes were burning. My nose was raw from blowing and wiping it. And I’m pretty sure there was a little guy with a hammer in my head pounding nails into my skull. I recognized this feeling. The first wave of grief. The last time I felt it was when cancer so unfairly took a piece of me. This time it was because circumstances beyond my control took something of great value from…