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The Visitor
Discomfort marked Charlene’s visits to Mrs. Harley; her need to change this bitter, forgotten woman approaching her death sent Charlene adrift, thinking after that one passage about Good Works requiring suffering. She’ll ask Father when they regroup. Mrs. Harley reached…
Walls
Back in the room, I change into pajamas. I refuse to wear the hospital gown, even if I have a good excuse. I mean, I did just have a baby. Whatever, you were only six months pregnant. She wasn’t even…
Untitled
Rebekah Stallard shared pieces from her art journal. This one spoke to us as we worked on the print edition. Let me whisper again & again & again…
Loss
My leg aches moans the old woman rubbing the void. Phantom pain proves real enough for her, loss of limb shocking nerve and tissue a fit subject for grief despite prevention which requires pruning gangrenous blight. What was there is…
Dad Died
When I was little, Dad would get into the car and say, “Let’s get lost.” “OK,” I’d shout, sitting up in the front seat next to Dad, where kids were allowed back then, no seat belts required. At each intersection…
The Wonder of Pain and Possibility
Janet Ruffin’s drawing for “The Wonder of Pain and Possibility” appeared in the print edition of Volume Two of Grief. Click on the image to see a larger version of the drawing or the final assemblage.
I Drag His Death After Me
I drag his death after me, its details a kind of communion, taking him in day after day, him becoming my body, my blood, I becoming his, we are co-mingled in a way that would not be allowed if he…
An Adirondack Prayer
(Three Months After Her Death)
Yesterday slipped away, steel grey, but today I woke to the laughter of loons. May their crazy cries carry me through the mist…
Sea of Love
It begins to play in the grocery store. I pause, surrounded by produce, to wipe tears telling myself to pull it together. 6 years past, but the feelings are no duller than that day in the parking lot. When I…