Not Ready

I’m not ready

To really say it

As though it’s a normal thing

I’m not ready

To accept it

What happened to you that day

And I’m not ready

To spread your ashes

Because I never will be

– IC

“While Walking My Dog’s Ghost by O at the Edges

While Walking My Dog’s Ghost I spot a baby rabbit lying still in a clump of grass no wider than my hand. It quivers, but I pretend not to have seen, for fear that the dog, ghost or not, will frighten and chase it into the brush, beyond its mother’s range, perhaps to become […]

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