Aunt Joyce.

I don’t know how to mourn you because the you that left us is certainly not the you that I grew up with. The you that I recall was the one who held space for me in her home, always had kind words to direct my way, and an ear for my voice when I […]

Too what?

Too many jumps, high and otherwise too little time, on the wrist and elsewhere too high a risk, for the heart and everything else too low a stretch, for sanity and all with it too long a hold, for that forever and it’s accompaniments too short a fuse, for a lack of answers and all […]

Unimportant

When the yellow is lifted off the bloom, drained away by actions that unmatch words, leaving behind a pale shadow that struggles to understand why even when the answer is as apparent as the brilliance of that bloomed yellowness as tangible as the fading smell of that deserted bloom. Unimportant is not a feeling wished […]

Untitled.

Sometimes sadness knocks you about a wee bit, tears well up and swim about in your eyes, and blink-blinking to push them back doesn’t work like it should. Like it did before. Mourning has never been a comfortable mantle, setting itself about your shoulders, and pushing to settle into your bones as an ache that […]