grief

Grief and Gold Teeth Manman sends me the address to a chapel by the railroad tracks, and he’s sipping a double cup in the parking...

A Prayer for Sweet Dreams All of us gather around the coffee table where our glasses of beer sweat moons onto stolen coasters. In this room we...

This memoir is as much about you dealing with a late-term medical abortion as it is about navigating the grief, loss, and processing of your family members.

Throughout Bloodstream, you explore grief and nostalgia for humans (those unborn and those present) and pet dogs alike. You write want. Want to have a few more moments with those passing. Want to have experienced motherhood. Want to make it through these wantings unscathed.

Crying Ghazal Human bodies are mostly made of water, so it’s easy to spend a year crying.Today the streets are rolling with people & song...

The beautiful words inside the hand I hold, words like carpal bones, the small digits In the wrist that connect the arm, as the handTurns slightly...

I wonder if this conjuring of my grandmother is what you experience throughout Giving Up the Ghost: A Daughter’s Memoir — if we create the image and persona of those who are not present because our establishing of their voices allows us to analyze a part of us we are otherwise unwilling to confront (i.e., an unwillingness to move on and heal). 

When Everyone Is Sick and I Think of My Mother The sun rises on the old oak.The morning crows stopenroute from roost to landfill,tatters in...

Cistern In every raindrop,a ghost. In every ghost,a throat, emptied. What drains:a body, tide by tide—appetite,then thirst. Air scissors throughto trickle. Her current runsthrough me, then salt in my mouth, ears.In every...

At the Grave I'd have said the reason I went was to see if their names were spelled correctly on the stone. I approached, flinching...