This poem arose from a conjunction of events—the recent death of my mother-in-law, the last surviving parent on either side of our family, and my driving for hours through a deep Canadian winter to offer a grief workshop in Brockville. The periodic bursts of long “O” sounds echoed for me the howling wind, and the […]
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Survivors He has stopped trying to grasp her remoteness that he mistakes for calm, this cooling that accompanies the wintering of her grief. Since their daughter’s explosive departure, its echo like a slammed door, she has pulled in, and in, away from the pain, away from him. What he cannot know is how she slips
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Spirit She was seven months in you wrapped snug in your house of flesh when she came to rest, turned her face to the dark wall. Beyond your high hard hope you knew in your heart that she was gone, this sliding shift of gravity in your belly, in your bed. You named her Spirit
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