Coping With Grief
For Joe
I took a walk in the woods today, I thought of you along the way. I missed your voice and your smile, I missed you
September 21, 2021
I took a walk in the woods today, I thought of you along the way. I missed your voice and your smile, I missed you
“Do you think Betty is losing her marbles?” my mother asked me over a Thanksgiving dinner in 2004. The question was triggered by the fact
My dog Shorty is beautiful. Since my husband died, and Shorty came to live with me, our relationship has changed somehow. Profoundly. He was always
Wes Patterson (1938-2010) I remember, two handsome men, both — over six feet tall. One was you, Honey. the other — your Hospice doctor. The
For Sam Now, I think I understand why suicide is seen by some as murder.“Self-murder,” the Enlightenment era called it. Self-killing a priori.When you killed
For Sam First off, we never agreed to it. You promised— well, you didn’t but you said, and to say is as good as
Air-tight room, Vacuum-sealed, Escape-proof. A few hours of light Before everything succumbs To obscure night, Back-to-back Darkness, Skirting-board to ceiling. I confirm again You’ve gone,
marker ribbons of unfinished books; pantry of half-filled cereal packets; freezer of sliced bread, each bleached face quite blank; marmalade jar, a few rinds still
Not Dead – Poem by Lisa Suhair Majaj.
Lisa Suhair Majaj is author of Geographies of Light (Del Sol Press). Her poetry has been translated into Arabic, Greek, and Hebrew. Her poems appeared in the exhibit Aftermath: The Fallout of War (Harn Museum of Art, 2016). She lives in Cyprus, the homeland of her late husband, Andreas Alexandrou.
Stage 7: Schizophrenia I saw his voice.I smelled his shadow. My love, he said,I did not want to leave you. Stage 15: Widow Brain You