Coming to Grips (2)

Coming to grips. Learning to grieve. No tears isn’t well done. It’s unnatural. But it’s too late. What emerges are mis-shappened hollows; still-born children incapable of crying out…

Writing through life

I’ve been a little distracted lately. Life’s getting in the way of my writing. My writing’s getting in the way of life. And all of it is getting in the way of letting go, of dying, of accepting that at the end of the day we must give up the good fight and go home … Continue reading