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Delicate
My mother passed away on Friday, May 26th. I am sad in a way that I have never experienced. Deeply grieving, fully, wholly, holy sad. Mourning each minute while making my way through one more day, missing her. My Mom. And while I may have posted a poem or two about the experience, nothing can…
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Everybody Hurts
Everybody Hurts An experiment GerontionBY T. S. ELIOTThou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both.Here I am, an old man in a dry month,Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain.I was neither at the hot gatesNor fought in the warm rainNor knee deep in…
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Friday, May 26. 6:42 am.
The saddest thing I’ve ever seenThis empty place you used to beThis home so full of peaceAs the sun comes upAnd the birds singWon’t let me sleepIn every noise I hear your voiceIn every breathI hear you breatheThe house so fullWith your spiritYour loveAnd so am II miss you so muchAll I can do is…
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Friday, May 19. 6:47 pm.
My mom’s spirit passed from this world to the next. From her beaten battered body to mine. I felt it. She was no longer here, or there, no longer out there in her self in her world, this world, no longer my mom out there. She slipped fully and forever into my heart and soul.…
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Greetings from a Strange Place on Mother’s Day
Mother’s Day Vanilla and cinnamonMilk and eggs MixedBread soaked in the mixLightly friedServed with maple syrupFor breakfast in bedOn Mother’s DayFrench toastAnd coffeeAnd pillsA butterfly card Inside I wrote”Happy fucking Mother’s Day”And we laughedVisitorsNephew, Niece, NeighborsSister, Aunt, NursesGrandchildrenSon, daughter PriestIn blackLike a crowOily blackMore coffeeHanging sheets on the lineGranddaughter jumpsThrough the cold sprayOf the sprinkler…
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Inside Outside the Finite Infinity of Life Death Sunrise Sunset on Forgotten Memories of Self Shared in Private Public Paradox
I’ve written about love and sadness and bittersweet feelings of heartbreak.Memory and nostalgia and family. Blood. But it’s detached, distant. Reporting on these things like a weatherman on the news program, partly cloudy, drizzle, some sun in the morning, three day forecast, look out the window and there is the external world, shiver or shine…
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How We Grieve
Read all of this: https://www.themarginalian.org/2014/06/09/meghan-o-rourke-the-long-goodbye/ There is more than this Nothing more than this Crying quietly inside Then can’t keep it in Intense desire to survive The challenge to live another day Numb Bowls of ice cream And baseball games Boxes of photos Jars of flowers Averting eyes Afraid Every molecule of everything Infused with…
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A Monster Calls
“I don’t want you to go,” he said, the tears dropping from his eyes, slowly at first, then spilling like a river.”I know, my love,” his mother said, in her heavy voice. “I know.”He could feel the monster, holding him up and letting him stand there.”I don’t want you to go,” he said again.And that…
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The Lazarus Heart
He looked beneath his shirt todayThere was a wound in his flesh so deep and wideFrom the wound a lovely flower grewFrom somewhere deep insideHe turned around to face his motherTo show her the wound in his breastThat burned like a brandBut the sword that cut him openWas the sword in his mother’s handEvery day…
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Tenerife
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clayWere laid spread out before me as her body once didAll five horizons revolved around her soulAs the earth to the sunNow the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turnOoh, and all I taught her was everythingOoh, I know she gave me all that she woreAnd…
Horizons in Disguise 