Losing Mom
A few days before my mom died, my dad and I stood on either side of her body debating whether or not she was doing the death rattle. My dad, who had heard the death rattle when my grandfather died, was certain that was not what we were hearing. I, who had never heard...
Moving Sidewalk / Poem
Moving Sidewalk How do you describe what it means to grieve a loss- pulled by a force not your own through a world that insists on proceeding as usual? I’m not sure I can tell you, but I’ll give it a try. Have you ever been on the moving sidewalk in the airport,...
Strong Friend / Poem
We’re all the strong friend- for we exist in a world with *all of this*. Do your people know they are loved, they are seen, they are thought of? Because all you can do is tell them, see them, know them. We can’t control much, and there’s no magic 8-ball, to tell us...
Have They / Poem
Have they ever experienced true joy?Ever looked at the world around them in awe, even if only as a child? I can only assume they have not,or maybe they’ve forgotten,because who, having experienced true wonder,would spend their life trying to oppress others? The ones...