Chicken Feet by Andreea Ceplinschi FollowFollowFollow Alexandru & Andreea ca. 1987, photo from author’s family archives I could only love you the same way our mother loved chicken feet. We weren’t rich, but our grandparents raised chickens and mother could make...
Anticipatory Grief by Debbi Welch FollowFollowFollow Isn’t good old-fashioned grief enough? Loss, tears, the flooding of memories? I’ve grieved and am still grieving my mother, father, stepfather, and brother, as well as many other relatives and dear friends. I’ve sat...
I. Beautiful day for war, fields of yellowing leaves speckled with black spots buffering centuries of secrets stuck in the soil whispering to any root that’ll listen to its’ stories. Put down your weapons, pick up your ploughs. II. The earth has never faltered under...
My birthday twin died today. I knew almost nothing about him, except that he and I were born on the exact same date. We were the same age until around 11am this morning when I began to grow steadily older than him. Every morning at the hospital where I work as a...