Category: Dying

• My window at night, viii

  Mostly afraid the rain will stop, spattering on pavement and irregular bricks, wind flourishing through wet leaves, taking its time, coming in time, hollow pounding on garbage cans. I hang on random drips echoing in corners of the side yard, longing for its everlasting.

  Jenifer

  October 4, 2014

  Aging, Childhood, Dying, Love, Meditation, Muse, My window at night, Nature, Seasons

  poetry

• To my Aunt Cathy

  It was as we played king of the raft — bobbing the way it did, always half-swamped with the translucent green of the little lake, and all of us shouting, thrashing, sending the fish to the bottom, the sun shining our suits, our shoulders and necks matted with tangled hair, you watching from shore with…

  Jenifer

  September 13, 2014

  Aging, Childhood, Dying, Family, Memory, My family

  poetry

• I say goodbye

  In small bits and pieces, the wake trails — a bit of flesh, a heartbeat, a bit of mind, of memory, those moments so carefully gathered up, gaining distance behind. Flesh of my flesh, heart of my heart, mind of my mind, hand of my hands, noise of my noise, song of my song, I…

  Jenifer

  August 15, 2014

  Aging, Dying, Family

  poetry

• Loving the storms that sway her

  I could have never known it was a flame burning in that child’s heart;

  Jenifer

  July 26, 2014

  Childhood, Dying, Love, Memory, Poem sampler

  poetry

• Sort of a lamentation

  The bottom line is that you should be afraid of poetry, coming as it does when you least expect it and asking so much, as if it knows you well enough to do that.

  Jenifer

  July 6, 2014

  Aging, Dying, Family, Humor, Memory

  poetry

• Thoughts on visiting my grandfather’s grave

  Up where the invisible line draws from this stone to that imagined field,

  Jenifer

  June 10, 2014

  Dying, Family, Love, Memory, My family

  poetry