Tag: Death
Beautiful once and young
Is it just me?I never noticedI never sawIt seems likeAt some pointI should have seenShould have appreciatedI was after allNot always a childLoveIntimacyLaughterPassionAll yoursBut I cannot recallEven onceSeeing themAnd I think I mightHave beenA better personIf I hadYou were beautifulThe photosBlack and whiteFaded with ageHidden in a bookAmong your thingsYour…
I got to wear my suit today
I got to wear my suit today The black pinstripe from London My black tie And my black boots The ones with silver tips To the memorial service To view Not him Not his body full of Covid But a faux marble box Full of his ashes Flanked by photographs…
Covid crimes
Over the years I have struggled to keep this blog apolitical, focused completely on writing, but sometimes events overshadow the best of intentions. Sometimes the horror of life is greater that any horror fiction might imagine. Still processing this. On May 6th, Malette and I found out that a good…
Losing Leonard
I buried a friend todayBeneath the tall palmAnd hibiscusIn a small shallow graveJust the size of a catHe died suddenlyUnexpectedlyAlways the healthiest of catsIt seemedYet he died in my wife’sLoving armsSo quicklySheICould do nothingAs that which he had beenSo graySo softSo lovingSlipped awayAnd as my wifeOvercome with frantic griefScreamedAnd criedAnd…
The only thing I know
Everything I have ever believed had faith in or loved is a lie. The world is a deception the book the words all lies. My smile is a false front my jokes my laughter all lies. The history they taught us the religion they fed us the lies swell around…
Too soon?
Is it too soon to wonder about the post-apocalyptic world our children will inherit? Even when COVID-19 is declared dead, it will not be done with us. The fear it has sewn into the fabric of our daily lives will haunt us through generations yet to be born.
Dead Silence
We lay together for an hour, My hand cupping your breast. I move my hand down to touch you, But your arm, wrapped in the sheet Blocks me like a wall, impenetrable. I move my hand to yours and my thoughts Recall the thick headiness of our love And lust…
43 Weeks
I’m counting the daysI’m counting the weeksI’m counting the hoursUntil I am free.All of the secretsI’ll leave behindTo fall away like shacklesFrom my troubled mind.There are so many thingsI’ve yet to do and seeThe promise of a good lifeIs waiting for me.Will I live long enoughTo make it all worthwhileThe…
A community of strangers
A few weeks ago a co-worker lost her husband, unexpectedly. It was an odd and awkward situation. One day she was there and the next she wasn’t. When I say awkward, I don’t mean that it was just something painful and something bad, which of course it was, or that…
Ray Travis wanted to be a writer
Ray Travis wanted to be a writer, It was his sole ambition, But as things do so often, Life got in the way. Ray Travis was a good writer, Everyone said so, Although few actually read his words, Life got in the way. Ray Travis wore a uniform, Fell in…
