Loneliness – abandoned and rejected, grieves unrestrained, then hesitantly, willingly, opens to possibility, discovering hope, connection, in solitude – not alone in solitude connection discovers
Category: creativity
When We Meet In Heaven, Dad (2)
I picture it: a convention of like minds, congregating, sharing, aspiring to betterment. A conference of healing, for the newly deceased – like limbo, only
Problematic
“You’re an enigma” mother would tsk, ushering me out of the door, brown bag lunch, book bag dragging, to catch a ride across town a
Boxed Revelation
Insignificant enough to go missing – a single box, stored away, one, maybe two, moves ago – the absence of its contents now called into
Interior Motives
Mother lives in me – her hopes and fears now embodied in my choices, this guilt borne of her suffering… and her mother – who
