Tag Archives: grief
Ashes
You will always be with me now. When I met you and your copper eyes, you were larger than life, your yowl as sharp as any siren’s song. Once heavy enough to rest warm in my arms, now you fit … Continue reading
Beating a Dead Horse
Coming home is always a good thing — he’s felt more centered more grounded, than he’s ever felt in a long damned time. Which, of course, makes his stomach feel like it’s turned to lead, and sinking. Things aren’t wonderful … Continue reading
Garden
Garden was a peaceful enough place; all of us came here, but most of us to visit at least once, before our final resting time. I had walked through its paths many times; the faces I saw were familiar, old … Continue reading