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Loss

Sometimes, we forget our words. Sometimes, we don’t remember how to mourn. Silence stands between us, a leviathan of unspoken grief. We linger in its shadow, waiting for the delicate whisper of rain.


Curtain

I didn’t know what I was expecting when I broke into Grandma Marie’s old house with my girlfriend, but the man falling out of a hole in thin air to land at our feet wasn’t it. Continue reading

Under the reaching pines

Before sunset, I light a fire.

Word after word I feed into the flames. Words like stay, and more, and please. The air is full of them: embers striving to be stars.

I feed your name into the fire as well, every syllable a promise. The trees thrust grasping fingers into the sky to draw down night’s blanket over us.

The ashes fall lightly on me. They stain my clothes, my hair, my skin. The ashes fall lightly, but they fall.


Punctuation

“I have one favor to ask. Just one. Please?”

We were standing by the river’s edge, waiting for a small barge to take us across to Camp Westwind, where we planned to spend the weekend in rustic cabins without internet or cell service with a hundred strangers – all families of children in our kids’ school program. The ground by the pier was a complete bog.

Please don’t get mud all over your shoes. Can you do that?” I asked my 8-year-old, N.

“Yes, Mama.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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Astronomy

Some nights, you set up the telescope. Tonight, we lie on the blanket instead.

“Cygnus. Cepheus. Cassiopeia.” Your arm follows the sweep of the sky, like a caress.

Four inches from your hip and light years away, I hardly dare to breathe.