To Kim – My Brother’s Wife, But a Sister and a Friend Too

  The above photo was from Thanksgiving of 2013. I think you would appreciate it because you were both happy and healthy. There was nothing wrong then. We were just having thanksgiving dinner together and God, looking back, we had so much to be thankful for and so much we took for granted. C’est la … More To Kim – My Brother’s Wife, But a Sister and a Friend Too

Wisp

We’ve held little pow-wows here in our garage with our memories packed tight, worn into the kitchen table and the counter tops. The tea rings that have stained into the coffee table bear singing memories of our lives here, the last goodbye to a faded life, but here we wish you – fare thee well. … More Wisp

Sacred Ground

I can feel the earth moving underneath me, the wind from its rotation sliding its gentle fingers through my hair, the icy metal smell of winter on its gentle hands. Spinning above me swells the white woodsmoke of the mountains, the world around me spinning and my feet still grounded, the trees swaying our eyes … More Sacred Ground

Dreaming Reality

It was the middle of the night when you called me, your voice whispering into the darkness around me from the bright white light of my phone. I didn’t understand why you were whispering, because I live alone, and the phone wasn’t on speaker, and even though it was the middle of the night you … More Dreaming Reality

Mantra

My heart went bump today When you said “I was in an accident” Black hail pummelled my eyes Rage at the other driver Paralyzing my hands Smoke crept out of my lungs As I poured down on the screams I wanted to push out into open air As I drove towards you My knuckles white … More Mantra

my hands are cold you said i laid there looking at the ceiling, focusing on my breathing. i feel dead. the weight of emerald sighs, cast out from my throat like last goodbyes, I swear i’m wearing white but you all look so good in black.

Grief and Memory

I am sitting in my hotel room in Virginia, while my dad, my aunt and my uncle detail through all of the stuff that has come up after the death of their parents. In a tiny little assisted living apartment (which consists of a living room, bathroom, fridge and sink and a tiny bedroom), it … More Grief and Memory

A Last Goodbye

Today is a sad day. I’m trying to write this with grief and a whisper of whiskey on my breath. It’s never easy to say a final goodbye. I was waiting to write out a departure letter to one, and now I am writing out a departure letter to two, instead. This morning my grandmother … More A Last Goodbye