Instagram Poem #1

Watch this! Spirit commanded with a shout
as sentient beings lumbered out
of their hibernations where
their skins had become pale and fair

What You Don’t See Essay #1

Yesterday I mentioned that we’re slowly (or quickly, depending on perspective) closing in on the 6 month anniversary of when I lost my hubby to prostate cancer.

The number one, unquestionable lesson I’ve learned is…

Marking Time After Death

On the 15th of October, around 10:25 a.m., I’ll be observing an anniversary of sorts that only a select group of people can fully comprehend and connect with. And one that only I internalize.

Pandemic Poem #35

In July, migraines make mornings start

before meditation and journaling.

The heat you went to bed with

is the heat you wake up with.