Peace

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This evening, as it was moving into dusk, I saw Mama Mama and Grandma Grandma browsing behind our home. I went to the refrigerator and found the wrinkled apple, past its prime that I had noticed yesterday. I took a knife sliced…
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A Season of Grief

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Sometimes, out of nowhere, I burst into tears.   What season is this? This season, where at any given second, grief rises and pulls me under.   There have been other seasons. I don’t know if I am alone in this season.…
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MamaMama

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I don’t want to cry. But grief is a wrap. It is a place. It is a time. And there is much to grieve now.
Giving Back Grief

A Poem: Giving Back Grief

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I am from a long line of grief From the tears of women Of mothers Of the unmothered Dark concentric stains, decreasing in size Like the vantage point of the horizon, the perspective shift of space and time. I am from me, my…
I didn't know we were flowers

I Did Not Know We Are Flowers

I did not know we are flowers. I didn’t know until after I sobbed most of the afternoon for the tiny body of a mouse.   I was in the garden and noticed the live trap I had put there to catch the voles that were eating my purple-sprouted…
Stumpy the unicorn fawn eating an apple

Making Amends

To All Those Creatures Who Enriched My Life Recently, I have been donating money monthly to a horse rescue (Colby's Crew Rescue) that buys horses from a slaughter facility, rehabilitates them, and finds them good homes. These horses have been…
Stumpy the unicorn fawn eating an apple

Stumpy, the Unicorn Fawn

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Today I Buried Stumpy (June 2021) My tears fall like glass. They pile up and cut me. I flounder through them as they slash my flesh. The warm healing water has not yet arrived. My tears are not a salve. They do not soothe. I ache. I ache for…