loss | loss
May.17.2013
Flashback Fridays! I'm very much enjoying ruffling through the old crate of notebooks. These poems are better than a journal. Less minutiae, more emotional memory. This one goes back to late undergrad and speaks of a young man who is having a hard time wrangling someone he cares about. Poor...
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May.08.2013
The buzz of web-traffic can be exhilarating, a universe of stimulation, stories, advice, facts and know-hows. We put our name out there, mingle with travellers, seek adventure, share our thoughts, fulfil a task, meet like minds, exchange or sell something, and hopefully find synchronicity,...
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May.02.2013
I could taste the loss in her voice. Her “Hello..." lingered. It wasn't like her, even though she spoke the same words. The way she always responded when I called. It has been almost a week, but that “Hello..." lingers.
We spoke and somewhere after talking about the heat in our different cities...
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Apr.26.2013
Hold On (Click to Watch Video)
Hold on, hold on to yourself...this is gonna hurt like hell.
I posted this just under a year ago. In light of Boston and Texas, it seems appropriate. Songs convey emotion that words alone can not.
Loss is universal and the pain reminds us all that we...
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Apr.12.2013
April 12
My Experiences with Tennis
I have held the racket, I have hit the ball, but I have never played with a partner. I have slammed the fuzzy orb against the wall for long years now, but I have never had a mate. There were times when I had opponents;...
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Apr.07.2013
On October 17, 1989, I was unknowingly on a collision course with a lifetime of future regret.
I was riding my bike home from my Clinical Psychology class at UC Davis, looking forward to watching the Bay Bridge World Series Game 3—San Francisco Giants vs. Oakland A’s—on TV with my boyfriend...
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Apr.06.2013
The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion displays all of her formidable skills as a writer and perhaps demonstrates a way in which writing itself can be a critical survival technique in the face of great loss and tragedy.
The year in question lasted from the end of 2003 well into 2004....
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Mar.07.2013
When we lose a loved one we constantly need to feel his presence in our life, and at the same time we worry that with time we won’t remember everything about him. I know a widow whose urge to keep her husband near her was so strong that she chose to eternalize him in a life-...
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Mar.05.2013
After Image
Outside, a field bent by a recent snow. A truck idles by the shed. Red, surrounded by a black wavering cloud. I have your necklace in my boot. The music of faulty tractors, the milking shed crying and bleating. Blackened egg shells by the tip of the hose. Our dog flings...
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Feb.26.2013
My emotions tumble around,
spinning around,
twisting and turning
like clothes in the dryer.
My search for what was lost,
like the missing sock
separated from its mate.
© annettealaine-2013
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