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Bruce Lowry: Just Long Enough

My desire is only this—to die someplace the earth made beautiful all on its own, the way a first-grader makes the morning glory out of construction paper and Elmer’s glue, … Continue reading

September 29, 2022 · 9 Comments

Adrienne Maree Brown: Breaking is part of healing

I was in a conversation recently with a friend who had just returned from a meditation retreat. She said one of the ideas shared with her group was that “the teacup is already broken,” a meditation on how the death or ending or brokenness we fear is inevitable.

September 6, 2022 · 7 Comments

Rupert Brooke: The Fish

O world of lips, O world of laughter,
Where hope is fleet and thought flies after,
Of lights in the clear night, of cries
That drift along the wave and rise

September 2, 2022 · 8 Comments

Doug Anderson: We Get Old, We Get Sick

How we stumble, are glib
in the face of our fear
when we might show
our own raw heart

August 4, 2022 · Leave a comment

Jim Daniels: My Security Question

The closet in her room
remains as she left it
clothes losing their dark
interest. Ghosts in the dust.

June 2, 2022 · 3 Comments

Jim Daniels: Strawberry

the final time I saw my mother
she was trying to find
the last strawberry on her plate

May 8, 2022 · 2 Comments

Video: Tengri

According to the ancient religion of Tengrism, at death, the wind spirit ushers one’s soul back to the sky god Tengri in an inevitable return to nature. In this short film, the Mongolian-born, Montreal-based filmmaker Alisi Telengut uses hand-painted animation to illustrate the Mongolian postmortem ceremony known as wind burial.

April 6, 2022 · 5 Comments

Jeffrey Harrison: Disconcerting

The word became the mantra of
her last few years, which were, in fact,
often disconcerting: her descent
into dementia, her cancer diagnosis,
her fall, her fractured hip.

April 5, 2022 · 3 Comments

Christina Rossetti: Up-Hill

Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day’s journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.

March 25, 2022 · 2 Comments

Carolyn Holmes Gregory: The Body

You know you are not in charge
of your body any more
despite its joyous odes
and incantations.

March 10, 2022 · 3 Comments

George Yancy: What I Learned About Death From 7 Religious Scholars, 1 Atheist and My Father

Just a few days before my father died in 2014, I asked him a question some might find insensitive or inappropriate: “So, what are your thoughts now about dying?”

January 9, 2022 · 11 Comments

Rachel Hadas: Ghost guest

I sometimes think I recognize the face
of my own death. Knowing it is nearer
makes me feel it ought to be familiar,
a neutral guest I’ve seen somewhere before.

December 29, 2021 · 4 Comments

Jason Irwin: Ouija Board

I asked When? And How?
I was thirteen. My cousin, twelve.
It said I would be 41.
The same age my mother was that Christmas.
Elvis was 42 when he died. Jesus, 33.

December 23, 2021 · 3 Comments

Al Ortolani: Paper Birds Don’t Fly

Sitting at the table with the paper birds,
she unfolded mine and began to read.
I couldn’t make out a word
she was saying.

December 7, 2021 · 1 Comment

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