Tag Archives: grief
A repost from 1 year ago.* This poem was inspired by the recent Pulse Nightclub tragedy in Orlando, Florida, a town I grew up in and live near today. Like millions of others around the world I have so many … Continue reading
Her story ended 5 years ago tomorrow. Or did it? I can still smell it, the aroma of it, in a Sunday pot roast slow cooking on my counter and also in the domestic union of fabric meeting hot metal … Continue reading
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