Tag Archives: Grieving

Speaking with Forest Fires

I bear the guilt of my fear. For not making sense to you. I had hoped You spoke In the language of smoke signals and body armor. Believing Setting myself on fire would be a brightly raised banner, Written on … Continue reading

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Sit Down Mom, We Need to Talk

A letter written to my dead mother on the nine year anniversary of her passing. Dear Mom, I get that our lives are far from picture perfect; that the frame, even in the best of lights, doesn’t match up quite … Continue reading

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