Tag: writing
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He Never Said Goodbye
or Gone in the Night or To M: I hope I hear from you again before one of us dies. My last living sibling (whom I will call M) moved out of state without saying goodbye, without leaving a phone number or a new address. Stunning. Grievous. I am writing this with all my willpower…
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Little Red Car and Grief
From a few years ago: And we sold the Big Guy’s car… not a big deal since it needed much more work than it was worth. The dealer bought it and knew, said they could fix much cheaper than we could…and it’s gone; no more worries it will burst into flames. Yes, we told the…
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Orphans, a sort of Poem
Written years ago. Need to work on this. It’s sort of an orphaned poem. I have a lot of them. Seems to be on the theme of grief and trauma, lifelong themes for me. Orphans Caller ID makes my orphans tale harder to maintain: strays, I should have said or urchins or waifs or things.…
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Sadsweetness
Sadsweetness (from several years ago) The birds return, cardinals calling male to female to male. Morning doves cooing. The ratcheting call of red-winged blackbirds. For so long, I lived by a busy train station and the “Ring! Ring! Ring! Rattle! Rattle! Rattle!” was the call I heard. That and the blaring of train horns as…
Laura Lee 