Category: Violence

• All last things

  i. all last things packed into tiny bags, duties, remembrances, cleavages, rejoinders peeling back slivers of known things, yet to learn things — putting them aside ii. It is a kind of love to be sure that draws us into this chapel to tend your last things, a blouse, a parent, a book, a lunch…

  Jenifer

  March 5, 2016

  Death, Grief, Violence

  poetry

• Clarity

  I cannot say it all started that night but that is when it became clear: dark, full, swelling wounds of inobvious origin bursting their seams, flying upon us all. This is not the thing we are meant for, not what we read in stories of educated ladies eating yogurt and bagels, drinking coffee in earnest…

  Jenifer

  February 10, 2016

  Death, Friendship, Grief, Memory, Political struggle, Violence, Work life

  poetry

• Prayer

  (upon learning of a friend’s violent death) i allow me to pause to rearrange my heart, its sinews, tissue, the rhythm it takes while I walk this street now, all making way for a new configuration you being gone in an instant, in the heat of that strangling hour give me some time yet to…

  Jenifer

  January 23, 2016

  Death, Emily Dickinson, Friendship, Grief, Violence, Work life

  poetry