Mr. Meeks, you may see your son’s body now…
The scene in his room is a violent still life portrait of a desperate and tortured soul. It’s been four days since my son killed…
“This is our last family reunion. It’s the first in a morgue.”
“This is our last family reunion. It’s…
My kid committed suicide a week ago; as I write this what remains of his body is likely now resting in a simple copper…
My son’s official death certificate arrived the other day. It is his only obituary. A minimalist statement, devoid of drama. As cold and sterile…
I am a dead man — dead inside, anyway. The suicide of my second son 11 days ago has sucked all the oxygen from life; I’m a dead…
Before I left LA, there was one last conversation I had to have with my dead son…
The ‘New Normal’ Begins Now
I’ve fallen under the spell of a Dominatrix named Grief; this bitch was born to wield pain. There is a rhythm to her ways…
