I know only two things about my friend’s most attentive, best lover: his name, and the wistful urgency in my friend’s nostalgia, the way her eyes grew wide and sparkled at the chance to say his name out loud, to call up memories of her time with him, more than two decades ago.
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Innocence, Singing
Posted in Angels, Death/Loss/Grief, Isolation/Belonging, Religion, The Arts on November 15, 2014 | 1 Comment »
I forget that the reason to go somewhere is not because I know what the event will be like, not because I know in advance the kind of conversation I’ll have with friends. The reason to drag my sometimes depleted self out into the world is because that’s the only place to find angels with […]
My Ramblin’ Boy
Posted in Country Music, Death/Loss/Grief, Music, Poetry on November 2, 2014 | Leave a Comment »
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Dedication Plaque
Posted in Art, Beaches/Tides, Death/Loss/Grief, Existential, Ocean, Poetry on October 19, 2014 | Leave a Comment »
Twenty two years after his death, I sit on the weather-stripped bench. At my feet a small plaque commemorates a man I never met, whose family and friends chose to mark his life. To mark his death, really, as that’s the only year engraved. Chose for strangers who never knew he existed to know that […]