Tag: #poetry

Stop the clocks.

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,…… Continue reading Stop the clocks.

I wish I spoke bird.

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…… Continue reading I wish I spoke bird.