Tag Archives: loss
Fretted, to beckon gloam, and slant felt shadows, I cannot hold what was never mine to grasp. Advertisements
Inevitable, the vortex calling her back– Little girl’s first loss. (Photo by Heather Ross)
Sometimes, the children who have gone underground, the chance orphans who choose spelunk or burrow or blackest pitch out of necessity and survival instinct, leave behind tangible remnants of their former lives, sacrificed to sights and gods unseen by morally … Continue reading
You know the story, the bench, the promise, the waiting, the interminable stretch of waiting, and the love that never returned, as the girl became a woman and then dead. You know the legend, how the woman is still waiting, … Continue reading
Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn, novel-in-progress. Anya and I had almost three weeks. The flirt and tease of a young forever. It felt good to be with Anya in this new way. We were no longer ourselves, we were ourselves … Continue reading
The tenderest means to a true center is through loss accepted gracefully and yes praised.
She swallows stones, or is made to—what feels like a martyred plunge of boulders. I am, by proxy, crushed. Is this what is meant by god-dam? The circulatory flush of light to dark dammed, and no god gets in … Continue reading
To fade, with no recourse, into the annals of unreality is to lose grip on Love’s touch, to raise cinema from warm ashes on a Sunday afternoon in autumn.
Winter’s gauzy veil, white wedding funeral rites– To die, loving deep.
The face you don’t see, marred by Love’s forfeit and cease– She was the one, once.