Hit with a scent memory, cascading whiffs of cigarette smoke mingling with Dove soap. Suddenly taken back, back to early childhood. To Maw Maw’s house. Age seven. And it’s a real memory. Seen through my eyes as I saw it then. It’s not a memory reconstructed, where you see yourself as well as what you…
Tag: grief
Christmas Memories
A video set to a little-known Christmas song for Matt, whom I lost earlier this year. I love you and miss you more than I can ever express. I will always call you brother. Merry Christmas. You taught me how a heart can expand And how a heart can bend And in the end—how a…
when frost comes early to a widow’s garden
worrying about her roses the old woman glanced through window panes. she wrung her hands, wrought with frantic agitation. such beautiful blooms took time and tender care. she stood feebly upon her frail legs, twisted like dogwood. hobbling, wheezing, she trudged across her floor like swamp moss….
A study of Medea as a subordinate female character
memories of youth, she leans on, a cane that hobbles and holds. A faded photo, yellowed, her face puckers in whispers repeated into creases around her lips. this strange land she now calls home, loveless, childless. counting the treasures of her life. broken vows and unkept promises litter her bed. her mind had raged but…
Thanksgiving — a poem
Up too early, I fought all day tears, that demanded to flow. Your presence is heavy, though you are ethereal, past touching, holding. You have passed on somewhere new. We are left giving thanks for hollow things. Managing to make a child laugh, eat turkey and pie. Unable to reminisce, even whisper your…
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