Category Archives: The Next Chapter

I couldn’t be who I am today if it wasn’t for you being dead. It was time for glitter, nail polish, and locs. Glitter in my nail polish. Glitter in my locs. You wouldn’t have loved me loving myself; my … Continue reading →

Death is a favor to us, But our scales have lost their balance. The impermanence of the body Should give us great clarity, Deepening the wonder in our senses and eyes Of this mysterious existence we share And are surely … Continue reading →

I remember a four-legged animal strolling through a fire. Poverty in a prom dress. A girl in a bed trying to tune the AM radio to the voices of the dead. A temple constructed out of cobwebs into which the … Continue reading →

Although I love flowers very much, I won’t see them when I’m gone. So in lieu of flowers: Buy a book of poetry written by someone still alive, sit outside with a cup of tea, a glass of wine, and … Continue reading →

When you lose someone you love, Your life becomes strange, The ground beneath you becomes fragile, Your thoughts make your eyes unsure; And some dead echo drags your voice down Where words have no confidence Your heart has grown heavy … Continue reading →

When my father remembers my mother has died, when he realizes he had forgotten, and he cries — if that’s the word for those great, wracking peals of thunder I feel against me, holding the hollow tree he has become … Continue reading →