Tag: Grief
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What is the truth?
On the eight hundred and eighty-first day of her death a drunken man wails in the wilderness.
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Trapped dragonfly
He fears she is cold, colder than he is in his lowly bungalow, and alone, lonelier than he is in his isolation, and in a black void — at least he can turn on a light.
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The Summer Wind
One night in 1984 I showed up at a woman’s apartment in Miami with a bottle of tequila and a Frank Sinatra album.
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An Amendment to the Laws of Death
It is too early to sleep and I can’t concentrate to read, so I think about the structure of my Amendment to the Laws of Death.
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My own ‘space dancer!’
My Buddhist teacher is cloaked in mystery I have never met her — yes, I do know her gender — or heard her voice. We correspond via email, an annoyingly modern means that seems inappropriate for such an ancient form of enlightenment. But as she would say, and in fact did say: It is what it…
Mary Saves the Day 