This feeling…this sad feeling…covers me like a blanket…suffocating me slowly. It is not a new feeling…it is an anticipated one. Do not project…they told me…do not lose faith in humanity…you can never know the outcome…you can never know for sure. So I tried not to project…not to expect to be hurt… But I am not … Continue reading Broken Grief
Category: Death and Mourning
For Harry
In the darkness... a swift sound... a scratch and a hiss... and a slight whoosh... as the match bursts into a flame. The wick catches and slowly steadies the light... as gently... warmly... gracefully... the dance begins. Memories...coming to life...in shades of yellow...orange...red...and blue...stain shadows on the walls. Swaying from side to side...the wick tells … Continue reading For Harry
Flutters
The sun is setting. It is time. I strike the match. I light the flame. I cry. I need to light the other candles now. The ones to bring in Shabbat. And pray for my family; my husband and my children...all my children... So I strike another match. I light one...two...three...four candles. Four candles to … Continue reading Flutters
A Giant Falls
When a giant... ...comes crashing down... ...from heights unknown to man... ...it is only natural... ...that some... ...will try to climb... ...his fallen frame... ...and proclaim... ...something... ...or other. I only wish... ...I was strong enough... ...to move a mountain... ...to reveal... ...the crater... ...formed... ...when the giant fell.
Lion Man
It's hard to form the words, ignite the flame of remembrance when my memories are few. It's hard to eulogize a man I barely had the chance to meet, but that one last time, the last of a handful of times, I think I may have seen the lion man. Sharing a beer together, watching him watch all … Continue reading Lion Man
Colloquially Speaking 