The doors keep opening, And though my head is still heavy for the pillow, I accept it as a slamming omen, To at least write this sentence, About opening, slamming, sentence-rising, omens. It came to…
Browsing Category on loss
Dear Sister, (a letter to she who has miscarried)….
As always, I apologize for my absence. One thing keeping my fingers busy is the creation of these grief & gratitude malas. The following is the letter I enclose when I send out the mala that…
constellations of untold histories
I have found myself, recently, lingering on the pause following, “You’re so lucky.” Would I be lying, or acquiescing, in a cordial nod and smile of agreement? The woman at the grocery store/in the hot…
on time arrival
This morning, I carried the cold choke of tears from a fading vision, back to the warmth of my bed. Dreams aren’t characteristically so on-time, Ever arriving in a cloaked foretelling. Or standing with its…
on the peripheries of death
Chipmunks and small birds flit beyond the shoulder of death. My father would interrupt my clumsy cobbling of life-memory-love professions with a chuckle and point to the antics of the tiny, striped, tumbling acrobatics in…
stirrings of the other side
MY MEMORIES OF STAYS AT BORDER TOWNS ARE CONSISTENTLY DINGY. There seemed to more litter in the streets. And more stray dogs picking through it. The rooms were bare and broken, with cracks highlighted by…
the intimacy of loss
You know what people don’t tell you about? The intimacy of tragedy. The collapse into the lap of your lover; not in elated exertion…. but in grief. The speechlessness; not of direct eye contact……
birthmark of bravery
A black cat leads us in kora. And we follow in dumb curiosity. Underestimating the confidence in that stride, The intentionality of that tail, Not until three rotations does it dawn on us, That…
touching peace upon
Where does one feel sadness? It’s not in the head. Not the heart really either. For me it sits at the bottom of my ribcage, quivering, where if it decided to make a run for…