"I am trying to hold in one steady glance / all the parts of my life." — Adrienne Rich, from the poem "Toward the Solstice"
I saw a poem a day or two ago on Poetry Daily that awed me. Be warned, it’s dark, but I was so impressed with it, I had to share it. It’s called “Death by My Son,” by Frank Giampietro. I might have to track down more of his work. Read the poem here.
Yesterday afternoon was very bad. I started crying at lunchtime, and cried off and on for several hours. I finally called Jeff to ask him to leave work early, to pick me up and take me home. I left at 330 pm. I’d cried myself to a headache, and my…
Just got this into my head and wanted to “jot it down,” might try to expand it more later, or might not. A year ago tonight, my mother passed away.In the Eastern Time Zone, it’s tomorrow,but here in Kansas, it was, it’s still, today. Imagine the many words we couldn’t…
I’ve been working on a project for my mother’s birthday – though clearly I haven’t been working hard enough at it, because her birthday is in two days and I’m not even done with it yet, so who knows when it’ll get packed up and into the mail. But it’s…