Category: grief
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Cattail tales
dragonfly swoops gathers mosquitos in its maw other mosquitos oblivious death passed them by 7-3-25
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The color blue
in dappled shadows I sit breeze wicks my sweat without sunlight shadows would not exist thinking how blue is Jasmine’s favorite color It’s too soon to look up at the sky 7-1-25
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Fractures of light
sometimes, I look at your picture and see fractures of light streaming through 6-24-25
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Long distance call
Hi Mom, talk louder our connection is weak. I hear Dad in the background put him on speaker. Jasmine was telling us the other day that she missed coming to visit you. Has she stopped by yet? When she does, give her a hug and tell her we love her. She left before we got…
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I want to live to be two hundred, hidden away in some old folks’ home, dragged out on my birthday to pose for social media. A dried up old prune nobody really knows; no cherished memories of me taking them for walks, candy in my pockets to share away from their mothers’ prying eyes. Just…
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Gibson’s war
After the war, After bodies were cleared, Mass graves dug up, Photographed and catalogued. After the rubble was pushed aside, and reconstruction begun, You found an abandoned instrument with broken strings. Because this was all you could handle and it did not stink of death, You thought of all the songs it had sung Cradled…
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Goodbye to a friend
morphine drip prescribed soul flashes light in the dark outside I sit train wails goodbye 5-11-22
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poem for a friend
If you don’t die first grief will follow you Today, you think the lucky go first Tomorrow, you may think the lucky go last Either way death follows us all Turn around and embrace it 9-6-21
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for Nick Vulpi
Today, we drove to mile marker 99; nothing special to see; Nothing says that last week a visitor from Canada Stopped to offer help to a young man we knew as boy What did he say and what was the reply? Simple words of kindness shared, lost in the gore Of another drunk behind the…
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old photo
Tonight, I saw a picture of the last time we sat and talked We did not know it was our last time and that soon I’d race through the night across six states to listen to last breaths If we knew it was our last time would you have consented to a hug _____ We…
My husband's poetry 