Laure-Anne Bosselaar: So, how are you?
So, how are you? friends ask, all kindness & concern,
heads cocked, eyes locked in mine.
&, just like that, I’m his again:
his wife, his widow
Video: Lunch Time
A 16-year-old Iranian girl has been notified by the local morgue to identify her mother’s body. Over the course of the next 15 minutes, this painful task proves to be more difficult than we could have ever imagined in Alireza Ghasemi’s engrossing and humanist portrait “Lunch Time.”
Jamie Lombardi: Marcus Aurelius helped me survive grief and rebuild my life
No matter how terrible what happened was, it is still our choice whether to understand our story as one of crippling defeat or a miraculous victory against the odds – even if all we do is get back up and learn to stand again.
Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Stillbirth
I sometimes go months without remembering you.
Some griefs bless us that way, not asking much space.
Judith Sanders: The Farewell
“Picture a staircase,”
the hypnotist said.
“At the top, a door
will open
onto a landscape.”
Majid Naficy: I Have Become a Resting Place
And my mother, who at her death
Called out to her sister Ozra,
Has not yet let go of
My own sister’s hand.
Majid Naficy: Two Lovers
I still hear
The sound of your laughter
On that summer morning
Abby Zimet: Mother On A Mission — What Else Could You Do To Hurt Me?
Campaigning. Photo by Jessica McGowan/AP . Among the stories still trickling in of improbable mid-term victories – including news that recounts are now underway in the Florida races of both … Continue reading
Michael Simms: Four poems tracing an arc of forgiveness with real world examples
I was so sick of myself
Tired of everything tainted with myself.
Majid Naficy: Empty House
Every Wednesday since Mother’s death Four sisters get together In their empty childhood home To share memories And make a plan for the house: Should they sell to developers For … Continue reading
Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Dinner at the Who’s Who
amidst swirling wine and flickers of silver guests quote Dante, Brecht, Kant and each other. I wait in the hall after not powdering my nose, trying to re- compose that … Continue reading
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