“How long is this corridor, anyway?” he asked. The attendant said nothing but continued to lead the way. A thick fog rolled along the floor, as if billowing from a hidden smoke machine. “Do you not have any feet? Not that there’s anything wrong with that if you don’t. A lot of people have special needs, and that’s okay. It’s just… I can’t see them, and I can’t feel my […]
Death | The future we seldom speak of
“If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?” — Stephen Levine “These markings of the year, of the cycle of birth, early growth, fertility, ripening, reaping, decay, death, and then rebirth again, are vital to both our psychic and our physical health. To our psychic health because they […]
Joe Cottonwood | On death and spirit
On a Gurney Lies my Father naked, white, stone cold dead with a disinfectant smell like kerosene. I must identify the body, a man I almost hate, before they cremate. A scientist, he should be burned in a lab coat. When life departs, the body is a basic fact, calm and beautiful. ‘Yes, it’s him,’ I say, though it isn’t. He’s gone. Flesh dies. Spirit lives. Next day from the […]
Sally Sandler | ‘This grief of mine’ and other poems
Begin Again to Rig the Mast In my memory it was more than mother’s ash we delivered to the harbor by the bay, on a warm August eve. It was father who that time needed help to be born, to let go silent cries of grief into the forgiving wind, to breathe deep the scent of pine into his remaining lung, and feel the supple summer breeze swaddle his arthritic […]
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