healing

Again I stand in a dying field watching a glitter fall of bird wings Every change of season I find myself where flowers wilted. It’s growing old visits, revisits,...

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). 

Grief Grief as knees buckling when given the news I already knew or grief as a foreign country or grief as the ball I stuff...

No Reason but Cabin and Hidden I drove four state lines from home because my heart can be singular. At dusk, the outstretched town switches on its...