by Linda M. Crate i’ve seen so manyhoney bees and bumble beesi know it is you visiting you’re the bee keeperwho’s now found his beesagain, i can’t believe you’re gonesometimesbut dementia took your mother she is a cruelmistressa demanding one; i am sorry that you forgotyou remembered mewhen you forgot others it made me wonder if there’ssomething in me the Read More
Tag: grief
Halves of Things
by Clara Burghelea A bruise down the thigh or sinkingteeth into another flesh. A ring of sky,or the deafening storm. Dreaming of coffee all my life, then hives.Obsessed with soft leeches,choking at the sight of blood. To have and to hold, otherwiseeasy with the in-betweens. Inksliding on paper, then softly barren. Lying on the floor with you,naming all secrets, or Read More
Good Mourning
by Ashley Sapp hello mo(u)rning, your cold dew leaves a trail upon my skin, and I bear witness to how your weight waits to be seen by dawn, warmed by it, lightened by it, even consumed by it; new day, I am told, is a new beginning, but bereavement is a cycle – a Read More
People Parts
by Roppotucha Greenberg Pamela, my daughter, doesn’t come because she isn’t into graves lately (or Wordsworth or her maths homework), which is a shame. It’s been a year and I’ve grown a nice kitchenette beside the headstone. You know the way it is. At first, you seep. You squelch through the dark, straining at every molecule in your path. You’re Read More
Alone on the Bus
by MJ Christie One ear. One eye. Tattered arms. Tattered legs. Re-sutured seams preserved the life within. Ground-in dirt rouged his cheeks. There was an odour your mum had tried to wash away without success. “Shall we leave Ted at home today?” “No.” You hugged him to your chest. He loved riding the bus. Mum gave in, as always. If Read More
Forever Feathers
By Inga Eissmann Buccella Outside – Sitting motionless on the branchShe looked to take the perfect chance To land way down belowOverlooking the brick patio The young hawk stared at the little boyBut the boy – through the glass – played with a toy Inside – father on the phonewept and sounded sad and alone When the man walked back Read More
Blueberry Waffles & A Side of Poignancy
by Neel Trivedi Chip Taylor opened his eyes as a shrieking sound pierced through his ears and painfully made its way to his head. He cursed himself for setting the sound so loud as he reached over and turned the alarm off his phone. As he checked his messages, he looked at the day. It’s Sunday, he thought. He paused Read More
in a Jacksonville hotel
by Haley Morgan McKinnon this morning I wake up and I am strongerthere is sunlight through the window and I open my mouth to drink itmay it turn into new breath in my lungs I fluff the pillows that I almost tore apart last night in the grip of my grief like a snakeclutching the life from its prey except Read More
Somewhere Separation
by Rickey Rivers Jr. Somewhere a man is hiding.He’s missing a bullet. Somewhere a mother is crying.She’s missing a son. The mother may recover for she is wounded as well.Not from outside in like her son.The pain shoots from inside out like the gun. The man remains on the run. The mother prays for his capture like one who expects Read More
At the grave of your death, I smile
by Elisabeth Horan For why not; God’s been joking with us All the while; He whispers placation In our ears, plants lust for the sinner’s Alcoholic slide, leaves dust where a Mother, her child, she should find. My loss, and melancholy, were it not For our friendship, would be funny, Really, I laugh at the nose of death – Pointy Read More