Smoldering means smoke with no flames. Flames are the roar of death, either sudden or expected. Both hurt. The smoke is the pain left behind, filling my lungs until I can barely breathe. Mike’s sudden death smoldered in my mind and heart for years as I learned to live without him. After the first two…… Continue reading Smoldering Ache of Loss
Category: Creative Grief Writing
Found Poetry
Found poetry is picking an article or book and highlighting the words that speak to you and your story. I found inspiration from a New York Times article about Afghan women college students brought to this country to continue their college studies for the next two years. They have lost so much and dropped into…… Continue reading Found Poetry
Blue
In the “Writing Your Grief” group that I’m doing never know if I will write about Mike, my mom, or my dad. It always seems that the person I’m supposed to be writing about comes to me when I start to write. This prompt is about my dad. This was the last photo that I…… Continue reading Blue