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  • Knowing the Dead

    In a sleep, the wound wept its tears Bloodshed Seeped from itself without knowing But I knew I saw your death a million times before you did But then you said In a sleep, all around was death, death, dea th You knew bloodshed Wept for us both before I ever did

  • Fate of Fire

    who would choose the fate of fire the apathy of plunge blade for blood in the face of death some of us shine brighter as if destruction was our calling in life

  • Birthday Refrain

    A few years later I’m ready to revisit the statement I made years earlier People with January 2nd birthdays die and I do not fear for their deaths. Truth is people with January 2nd birthdays lie.

  • *: Otherwise, Not Titled

    Aunt Ty died years ago. I did not witness her death but I witnessed her dying. Aunt Jackie and Aunt Celia, in that order, were the next closest kin who watched Ty suffer. Now they are all dead. I’m the only one who remembers and there’s something devastating about that. At Aunt Ty’s funeral, everyone…

  • failing

    my heart is going slowly now it gave a good go of it beating and all those moments of bitter retreat ebb and flow of blood coming in and out of spite until slowly now the organ is engorged swollen, dying of itself pumping painfully ruefully spasming giving a good go of it slowly now

  • Contexting

    I took my leave because there’s nothing left to do. I thought I’d be more upset, saying goodbye for the last time and knowing it was finally, truly the last time. She moaned in agony. I patted her shoulder and left. I mumbled “I love you” on the way out. I thought I’ll be glad…

  • arthritis

    the grief of loss digs in deep wedges between the joints arthritis for the psyche aching on good days screaming “fuck you” on bad hollowing out the hollowed out part of you who knew there’d be so many echoes

  • A Reader’s Purge: Binging on the Ruminations of Little Girls and Dying

    I’ve been crying since I was eight years old. Blame Lurlene McDaniel. I do. In the summer of 1987, I found death on a shelf at the Lee County Library in Sanford, North Carolina. I had been looking for those pre-teen romance novels, the ones where boys didn’t have naughty intentions and girls said no…

  • Yesterday I

    Just yesterday, I was struggling to come up with something to blog about. My Aunt Celia died early this morning.

  • Tuesday

    Tuesday a day of extended anxiety “on” for the job “on” for my class and just for kicks when I’m tired enough to rest my head a phone call cancer is terminal again nothing the doctors can do six months twelve months lungsthyroidbonemarrowandmoremoremore cancer is a carnival worker smiling to my family, leering at them…