Category Archives: Death and mourning

love potion no. 9

“Everything comes back,whether you want it or not, all covered in dead earth and stumbling like a Zombi,and you can’t say no to “it”   -In darkness by Nick lake Zombi -a metaphor “a particulary good example of what was … Continue reading

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Ghost town

Sometimes I expect her to be standing in the sun, her nose white from a thick protective cream, She is struggling to carry a load of heavy grocery bags Unwilling to accept help, And she insists So stubborn to ignore … Continue reading

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Trying to imagine

In  blessed memory of my mother This morning As morning had broken I tried imagining Your last morning On earth, Did you know It would be The last time You would see the light flood the sky With bright blue? … Continue reading

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a poem or two about spring

“Spring is like a perhaps hand  (Which comes carefully out of  Nowhere ) arranging  a window , into which people look ( while  people stare  arranging and changing placing  carefully there a strange  thing and a known thing here ) and  … Continue reading

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Death-The final stage of growth

The tall grasses Where teaks hide and leap on an unsuspicious dog, And the white face of an owl in the middle of a quiet residential street filled the rain no one can stop not even the swiss with their … Continue reading

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Frog found(dead)

Father’s birthday. Walking home i saw a dead frog on the road. Could it be the same one i found the other day? He was heading towards my street where i had first found him alive quiet pensive. Did i … Continue reading

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There is a line

There is a line, some words, a quote from a German poet (i think) about how people live on when we think of them so that thinking makes a dead person live on as long as someone remembers to think … Continue reading

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Roxy B.-a eulogy of a friendship

While you mourn losing a friend on cyberspace she continues to live . Thriving. photos of family trips.a tribe. one day you said it was not right to scream at the children at the sabbath table. she cut you off … Continue reading

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Watch “International holocaust day – Eli-chana sense song in Germany” on YouTube

“My God,my god, that will never end, the sand,the sea, the sound of waves in the water, the thunder of the sky, the prayer of mankind.” -translation to English Written by chana Senesh a Jewish Hungarian young woman who had … Continue reading

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At the bus station :waiting

The young father serious handsome, worried grey eyes directing all movement of his family, looking over traffic coming by. the little girl carrying a doll in a baby carrier tied to her chest, having recently learned how to walk , … Continue reading

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