Tag Archives: anger

the hole in my net…

Posted on December 6, 2011 by

Lately I am star-crossed with constellations of bites, little galaxies blazing on my skin. I ponder them, try to divine the beast that bit by the breadth of swell and ache of itch. But all too often they remain mysteries, … Continue reading →

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the enormity of loss..

Posted on September 18, 2011 by

Heya bab, It was another bloody memorial for you today bab. Its not that you’re not worth remembering, my blood is your memory, but I am done with doing it like this now. I am done with funerals and ashes … Continue reading →

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my life is too short…

Posted on August 10, 2011 by

The winds has changed a little today, the breeze that was soft and gentle is a little pushier now as it raps on my window and wheels in the yard. I am feeling a bit feistier… my own energy trapped … Continue reading →

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teddy bears and machetes…

Posted on July 30, 2011 by

Dad was a man of endless contradictions. He had boundless compassion and sensitivity, coupled with a short fuse and occaisonal beserker inclinations. We called it the ‘red rage’, the temper that fell like a thick impenetrable cloud.  Many crazy family … Continue reading →

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you let me down…

Posted on July 11, 2011 by

Many people write about the buckets of support you get at first when someone dies. I think my loss must have come in a time of drought since I found more of a drip than a flood.

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what we leave behind..

Posted on July 4, 2011 by

Death is a big idea. Like love, it’s a concept one word cannot capture. An absence of presence, the space that is left when something has gone.

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