You ask why as if there is some answer that could satisfy us that would make us nod heads in collective agreement Yes, we would
your death taught me far too young the heavy legacy carried by those left in the wake of suicide I was more than a little in
I tell myself it is unexpected snow in tonight’s forecast Mother Nature’s cruel April Fools’ joke that makes my joints ache chills me to the
In memory of Lieselotte Porter 1925-2018 another empty chair another empty corner only resurrection assured this Easter morn are my ghosts who brokers the introductions?
A year ago today, unforgotten Just another day just another town bullet perforated backpacks spilling loose-leaf lined paper, textbooks onto blood stained sidewalks helicopters hovering
Dear Nteye, I’ve been told to quieten, to forgo, to accept, and to be once again! But can I? With my world desolate, left in
Inspired by Phases by Kevin Kantor & Sienna Burnett the suicide note she did not leave left a faint imprint on the wooden table where they
Saline expressions of ancient grief crystalline drops quiver rest briefly before slow roll down burning cheek caress contours of neck leave thin pale trail on