4th of July: San Bernardino 2015 South of the freeway fireworks spit out the whole of July. Booms blare louder than backfires, thundering...
xxiii. if you sit by me I won’t be able to hear the words for listening to your body. . . ....
crush a pearl (its powder) the night rory died, he moved the chair, his blonde locks fell & we will never be the same...
from New Organism: Essais I want to think like a magi; as stones underwater reflect grief. How images capture tone, and temperature of what...
Andria Nacina Cole I imagine there are many feminists who would like to mourn an abortion but are afraid to do so, because to admit...
Walter Closes the Door Gently When somebody dies in this community, the people within, not knowing how else to ease the burden of grief that...
The Mourners some, hooded, hide their faces hands inside their sleeves some, uncovered, wipe their tears, brood in fabric’s fold mourning...
THE ANATOMY OF TRUST OR BREAKING _____ I. HEART The pulse shudders the body at such infinitesimal levels that many of us ignore its existence....
From the editors: Here at TFW, we have many, many email and phone conversations that never make their way onto our site. We bounce ideas...