A family friend died this past weekend. I learned about it on Wednesday morning. Then I went out and bought cat food. It’s an oddity of death; for those of us left behind, life goes on. It seems like it shouldn’t. It seems like the world should pause, acknowledge the passing of the now dead, …
I wish I spoke bird. Chipmunk or coyote would be cool too, as would deer or bear. Birds hop in the nearby grass as the rain falls, seeking worms. Four-legged beasties climb my trees, venture bravely into my yard, grab pears the size of their bodies and drag them back to their nests. I hear …
Are you okay but the question comes at you from a distance, time-lagged down a tunnel in a language you remember you used to know...
I have not felt particularly poetic of late which is odd considering that I favour dark themes and sad stories which currently abound in the here and now...
