Tag Archives: Grief


Aires hung there dimly as we smoked, The dark night luminescent with fireflies And jasmine perfuming fat summer air. The Ram I said, the Ram as though I knew All about it, that low, homely group Of far away stars, … Continue reading

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Appointed hour

I am writing again. Death takes our breath. Steals from us in a moment of sudden, sharp finality. We look and we see the black. We feel the cool draft of this known reaper’s path. We reach for his sharpened … Continue reading

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