“I don’t want a damn funeral. Just throw a party. Go to a pub. Toss my ashes in a lake (the ocean, the mountains, on a ski slope, at the cabin).”
Tag: Grief
Pumpkins Past Their Prime
“Trauma doesn’t have to speak for us to see it is present. It announces itself in abandoned decorations from another season. It whispers through the holes of broken toys. It screams from stickers slapped on doors.”
A prayer for the innocents
by Donna Arington Petraits March 17, 2021 An ordinary day. Sun sinking on an early spring evening. Warm for March, and perfect for playing hide
You Saw Me
by Karen Martin Kepner God, you saw me. I got out of the car and put on my mask. I opened the back gate of
Infant Grave
by Julie Martin Hutson, In Memorium The ground gapes, but only slightly, to receive this small one It is as though the ground were a
The final word
by Marie Duquette Dear God, Remember when I prayed to you for the family who had gathered to write victim statements for the judge during
Take Off Your Shoes 