Natural Losses.
One of the girls from my yoga class waited for me last night after it had ended. She wanted to …
One of the girls from my yoga class waited for me last night after it had ended. She wanted to …
There’s never really a good time for anything. There’s always going to be something. Something in the way, someone coming …
Death and Meaning by Brendan Bonner Flying back to New York, 37,000 ft. over some state between here and there, …
I haven’t had that many goodbyes to speak of, but I can tell you straight off the bat that I …
I’d like to think people change. That we have that talent. That capacity, as it were, for evolution. But, do …
I used to see this therapist when I was in 5th and 6th grade. I can’t remember his name for …
These vehicles vast like the hollows of a secret stuffed in a wooden leg ignite in me something. I can’t name it …
A girl came up to me in my second yoga class yesterday morning, shaking. She had started to cry and …
How shall the heart be reconciled to its feast of losses? ~ Stanley Kunitz The Layers I read this poem often to …
Today we took a road trip. Me, Emily and Ronan. Ronan, packed in the back, his small floppy head propped …