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MISTY SUNDAY

MISTY SUNDAY

32 years ago, I wrote this poem… Giving this crib to friends for their coming baby had been the very first step to acknowledge the fact that my husband and I would never have a baby together. I had begun to be depressed, and to drink to endure the loss of my illusions...
Blindsided by Suicide

Blindsided by Suicide

To my fellow travelers: this month marks the tenth anniversary of my brother’s final decision; the incomprehensible decision to end his life. I wrote this poem three years ago and I’m sharing it now to honor my brother and to offer my heart to those experiencing...
I Met Grief In A Dewdrop

I Met Grief In A Dewdrop

I first wrote this poem on December 24th, 2004, as a response to childhood experiences when I remembered how I fled to the natural safety of the fields and flowers after I was cruelly beaten for minor disobediences. Initially I used the word ‘GOD’ as the key word in...
Grief Work

Grief Work

I've been in ACA since April 2021. Since this past January, I've been incarcerated as a Federal inmate in a low-security prison for a sex crime I felt I was powerless to avoid. Those words are in our BRB - "Some ACA's are in prison for the rest of their lives for a...
That She May Play in Eden

That She May Play in Eden

Is it too soon to pray for my granddaughter’s daughter? She is inconceivable until long after I’m gone. May I take the Steps now to lighten her load then? Is it too soon, Too desperate, Too tragic, To express my grief now  for tomorrow’s grief yet to be reborn?...
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