we came to forget hoping distance time could ease our grief fewer reminders around us of what was lost to stop us dead in our
Tag: Loss
Darker Object – Christine E. Ray
poetry is oft written by those who love too much too freely hearts splayed open on sterile dissection trays cool stainless pins trapping vulnerable fluttering
Blanketed
I have learned to wear solitude quietly an old quilt draped over sharp shoulder blades engulfed in threadbare patches of memory that I worry with lonely fingertips
Darker objects
poetry is oft written by those who love too much too freely hearts splayed open on sterile dissection trays cool stainless pins trapping vulnerable fluttering
Things that Linger
there is no need for you to summon my ghosts they always hover near shimmering afterimages at my vision’s periphery murmur low incessant in curve
April Fools Day
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
