With long, sharp knives they took his mother’s voice. Now on sterile sheets she lies silent, waiting for him. Lips … More
Author: Bad Grannie
Death. Dying. Grief. Loss. Existential rabbit holes.
Slow Burn
There’s a match ignited there below my throat below the earth under rotting leaves caged … More
Grief is not a Process
It capsizes and grinds you. Leaves you keel-hauled bloody and breathless. It rolls in slowly. You don’t see it, then … More
Little Ears
what are you saying about us in elevators checkout line movie line bank line bus what are you telling each … More
Untouched
wrapped in arms and legs right words with magic curled and comfortable sliding together a spot of pressure a cold … More
Drive Away
When I was 9 or 10, I had a nightmare every week for a year. I’m driving in fog. I … More
Small Favors
It was really, really not fair notfairnotFAIRnotFAIR Lelly’s yellow boots smacked the wet sidewalk, half-frozen water sending a satisfying spray-punctuated … More
What the Old Woman Said
“But it scares me.” She pulled another blade of long grass, sliding the delicate sweet bit from the tough stalk. … More
On Easter and Salvation Cake
My Easter thoughts are circling around the day before yesterday. Because it’s really aaaaallllll about Good Friday. Yeahyeahyeah, life, hope … More
