Tag: death

Plug-Hole

— Richard Gibney — It was on a Tuesday just after noon that my mother last went to see the GP in the shopping centre. At about ten past twelve, she ascended the two floors from her job in the…

Twenty-Five

The bees did not buzz at your funeral But the sun sounded like static or socks rubbing against carpet My black shoe traced a Star of David in the crackling grass like the one on your coffin and my body…

In Memory

“He shouldn’t be smoking cigarettes,” I grumbled. I couldn’t see her face, just the auburn curls scrunched against her crown, but the pause in conversation hung between us like a strained chord. “I don’t need your opinion right now,” she…