Tag: death

• Winter Ghosts

  I’ve been negligent. As I become more obviously pregnant, folks are so obviously and loquaciously delighted, and yes, this new baby, this unexpected girl, is a much-needed bright star in a dark year. How lovely to talk about impending birth instead of death! But it’s exhausting being so grateful all the time. I find myself…

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  February 15, 2012

  babies, death, family, friends, poetry, pregnancy, Time

  death, grief, Kevin Prufer, pregnancy

• Magical Thinking

  If I’m mired in grief, it’s not for Mum’s death alone. Since March there have been so many losses:  four mothers dead, and only one of them mine, and another just 42, just last week. This will surprise no one, but it’s not my grief that’s the most difficult, but the anguish of these bereft…

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  June 29, 2011

  death, family, poetry, Time, Writing

  Ariana Kelly, death, poetry, Poetry Northwest

• The Emperor of All Maladies hastens The Long Goodbye

  But first: The Massachusetts Poetry Festival begins tomorrow! The poetry world will descend on Salem and it will be awesome. (Aside: I was researching parking etc on Google, and, as I began to note the many paranormal/witchy shops, wondered, What’s up with that? Yeah, that’s me, just a little slow on the uptake.) Saturday is…

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  May 12, 2011

  books, death, family, poetry, sickness, Time

  books, cancer, death, Massachusetts Poetry Festival, Meghan O’ Rourke, Mum, poetry, Siddhartha Mukherjee

• Beyond any notion of a beginning

  When we talk about love, we go back to the start, to pinpoint the moment of free fall. But this story is the story of an ending, of death, and it has no beginning. A mother is beyond any notion of a beginning. That’s what makes her a mother: you cannot start the story. But,…

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  March 11, 2011

  Aidan, books, death, family, friends, sickness, Time, Vincent

  cancer, death, family, Meghan O’Rourke, memoirs, mothers, stories, The Long Goodbye

• A Preponderance of Grief.

  Not only did I get the two reviews I’d committed to writing written (one on Carol Frost, the other on Ellen Bryant Voigt), but I got them done early, a minor miracle. So they were published early. Reading them in printed form, I discovered something I hadn’t noticed in the absorption of writing — both…

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  September 15, 2008

  books, death, poetry

  Carol Frost, Connie Wanek, David Foster Wallace, death, Ellen Bryant Voigt, grief, poetry, Reginald Shepherd, Writing

• Super-Power Delusions.

  I’m a Buffy fan, and once in a while, not often, but once in a while I have these dreams — don’t we all have these unspoken assumptions, when watching shows like Buffy or Heroes that we would be one of the strong ones, whatever the struggle, we’d triumph & survive. So sometimes I have…

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  February 16, 2008

  death, dreams

  armageddon, death, dreams, superheroes

• Friday Miscellany.

  The Marine Honor Guard attended Uncle Joe’s funeral — “Taps” is the most devastating music — you respond viscerally, instantly. Even as we mourned, though, I was glad that they came, that they honored him, that he was remembered. Funerals, memorial services — they’re important. That kind of communal grief is comforting, the communal recognition…

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  February 8, 2008

  books, Collected Poets Series, death, family, poetry, Time, Uncategorized, Vincent

  birthdays, books, Chris Forhan, Collected Poets Series, Daniel Tobin, death, Ellen Dore Watson, family, funerals, Kimberley Rogers, Pimone Triplett, poetry, Vincent

• Weekend of Mourning.

  Uncle Joe died last night. He was close to 90 and looked it, a WW II vet who had quite a time watching Flags of Our Fathers with my brothers and cousins when they took him to the movie, and the kind and loving family patriarch, the eldest brother as my dad was the youngest,…

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  February 3, 2008

  death, family, poetry, Vincent

  Christine Garren, death, family, poetry, Uncle Joe