by lori | Jan 12, 2015 | Essays, Love, Poetry, Women, Writing
Dear spouse, I want to tell you about grief. No, I don’t. I want to tell you about me – the woman emerging from the ocean in winter, naked. The wife you loved and knew died in my arms yesterday. You’ll be living with me now: Wife 2.0. Lucky man. First the good news. I... by lori | Nov 26, 2014 | Caregiving, Epic tales, Here and now, Poetry
I. with tears, cloaked in half truths clinging to fear and rage the adults turned scattered to earth’s farthest corners from great distance built walls weapons did battle. Fucking grownups. II. Left behind on wide open plains Winter’s abandoned children...