We were lead to believe that children are for life. Fed homely images of our elderly future, surrounded by our … More
Tag: loss
Chords
With long, sharp knives they took his mother’s voice. Now on sterile sheets she lies silent, waiting for him. Lips … More
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
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
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