Sep 2, 2016 | Grief, The Work of Greater Minds
What do people gain from all their labors at which they toil under the sun? Generations come and generations go, but the earth remains forever. The sun rises and the sun sets, and hurries back to where it rises. The wind blows to the south and turns to the north;...
Mar 27, 2016 | Grief, Gus Stevens, Regret, Songs for the Dead, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet
He’d sprinted blind into the open road and she didn’t have time to steer away. I told myself of mercy, something owed, when I drove the second car to hit the stray. I had aimed for the neck to make it quick yet still felt all the worse for paying it. The...
Mar 13, 2016 | Grief, Gus Stevens, Songs for the Dead, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet
I remember, at fourteen, when I dropped my mother’s paring knife into the lake, how it seemed that time had slowed, may have stopped– but a moment too late. The sudden ache in my arms, too slow and too short to reach through watery darks, a blind hope to...
Feb 23, 2016 | Grief, Song
The Crew Commander Thinks Aloud I heard this song about the explosion of the Space Shuttle Columbia for the first time on Song Exploder over the weekend. I highly recommend that you give the podcast a listen (only about 15 minutes of explanation as the last couple of...
Feb 2, 2016 | Duncan King, Grief, Villanelle, Winter
Not one of us tried to remember what happened in that cave in the middle of tropical December The men burned to not less than ember villagers we’d tried to save not one of us tried to remember The two Portland boys in chain and fetter so long starved they could...
May 27, 2015 | Grief, Gus Stevens, Mom, Songs for the Dead, Sonnet, Terza Rima
If you believe that deaths do come in threes and that we are maskers in some Greek play then I am deathless, immortal to disease. No foe’s hand can spill my blood nor make me pay the infinite cost of my one own life; it must be by my hand: no other way. Mother...
