Tag Archives: loss

missing the box – March 26

3.22.2018 Old cat Rosie is missing the box piddles on the floor poops on the carpet.   Catzeimer’s, the vet says, her skinnier everyday body letting go.   Honor thy father and mother we’ve been told, so that our days … Continue reading

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direct apprehension

4.7.2017 hearing God’s voice directly.   asking and waiting for a word.   a sense attribute more lost than found   for secular us. ————

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she slid under the water – February 19

2.19.2017 she slid under the water, one last hit bringing a blink into which the family bath disappeared   along with the smile and pain and any semblance within this life that a friend or mom or dad or whomever … Continue reading

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match girl – December 10

12.10.2016 she bought me a christmas candle to shine in the window and warm my heart   remembering the little boy who saw its orange flame and felt safened by the warmth   like the little match girl who saw … Continue reading

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day-after paroxysms – November 9

11.9.2016 blinding numb paroxysms of disbelief, slow motion car wreck still to happen coming, coming down a road all too obvious   and we chose it.   rage, loss of control visit these things upon us, fantasies of payback, blind … Continue reading

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songs on the way – August 11

8.11.2016 all we go down to the dust yet even at the grave we make our song Alleluia, Alleluia Alleluia.   a plain plastic box holds her remains but not her soul   we spoke and prayed the words for … Continue reading

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the birds know – July 27

7.27.2016 the birds know. seven, eight, nine swirl around the feeder, wait their turn, push in to take a stance   nuthatch, cardinal woodpecker, finch all scrambling before the storm   a surprise only to our atrophied instincts as wind … Continue reading

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