Why I Choose to Write About Grief

“What is wrong with you? Why can’t you just move on?”

Absolute Zero

zero degrees Kelvin
absolute zero
molecules frozen
atoms suspended in time
this is where my soul was put
to protect
both me and others…

Little Sharp Box

I wander the hallways of my memory
Peeping Tom to my own past
Afraid to go in any room
I prefer to watch from afar
If I watch too…

Grief — I am the taker

I am the taker of logic,
the stealer of normal.
I am the devourer of intelligence,
bringer of grey fog.
I am the…

A Blessing for Grievers

May simplicity find you again
the ordinary things that seem so far gone

She Calls

On the morning mist
I taste her summons
Salt tinges the air
Calling my name
She wants to talk
I am torn but comply
I start towards her Beach.

Marks Upon My Skin

Marks upon my skin, branded into my heart. The names of my parents written in fire upon my skin. This is a powerful magick…

I Become Rain

The steady rain soothes me
Not too much, not too little
Just the right amount
The kind that goes pitter pat
The kind that sings white…