• Grief – Anaphora

    September 3, 2012 / 0 Comments

    Grief Grief Grief is shards of ice flaying my skin. Grief is a cold anchor tearing at my heart. Grief is a heavy shadow, curling round my spine. Grief is a keening shriek scraping on my ribs.

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  • Links and Sorrow

    August 18, 2012 / 0 Comments

    I’m struggling.  Some days I think I have hope, I feel the light, I know things will hurt and I also know I will survive and I will live and eventually I will thrive again. Then I have days… like today… when I can’t seem to stop crying.  I hurt.  Everywhere.  I hurt, I hurt, I hurt.  I sit down to write and I cry because I hurt and I don’t want to write and fail and be imperfect because that’s all I can ever do.  So I sit and I cry on my journal and watch the ink run.

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  • Pain (self-injury)

    August 13, 2012 / 0 Comments

    I’ve heard it took 49 days for the Buddha to become awakened. It took me a heck of a lot longer than that, and I only touched it for an instant. But I remember that instant. A flash, but not so dramatic. A flash without fanfare, so soft and subtle that it almost didn’t matter, and that meant everything.

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  • Dying

    August 12, 2012 / 0 Comments

    These are the words of my best friend who has acute leukemia for the third time.  He gave me permission to translate his words to English and to share them here. 

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  • Secrets to Keep

    August 6, 2012 / 2 Comments

    There were bruises on my hands.  I wasn’t to write with my left.  I knew it but I forgot.  At least I think I forgot.  Maybe I was just angry. First grade isn’t for babies.  Only babies switch hands when they write.  I was to use my right hand.  The ruler stung the backs of my hands to remind me when I forgot.  Or maybe when I was angry.

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