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sara-kuhns's picture
Nov.16.2013
Last Friday, we lost a great presence in our hearts and lives. Our Kid, at 14-1/2 years old, lost his battle with cancer. You can imagine the space the loss of this 105-pound mastiff/pitbull mix, who snored louder than a man, has left in our house. The rumble of his sleep no longer comforts us, the...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Nov.11.2013
November 11     Picture Window   When G-d sticks His face in my window it brightens my day.  What that shining face looks like in other windows I do not know, but I try to memorize the eyes, the brow, the winning smile before my time is up and the wind shifts.  The flash of...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Nov.09.2013
November 9     Thief in the Night   The moon ran off the night you left.  Instead of west it headed south with you, but I doubt it will stay.  You are learning to play a new part, another ill-suited role which I don’t believe you will carry off with much aplomb, though you...
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Nov.03.2013
November 3     Liminal     Not everything which is birthed arrives here alive; sometimes struggle is answered with stillness.  I love thee in thy loss for there is no life to love thee in.  Hope can be a bubble that breaks returning to whatever it was before that...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Oct.15.2013
October 15     Fair Fish   Tiny thoughts ping pong around my head hoping to win a goldfish, but what do I need with a five dollar fish?  How often do I pay too dearly, for what is merely an animated ornament? When I falter in self-esteem I look to decorate my life through...
christine-hamm's picture
Oct.13.2013
Grief     I have declared today your birthday, at least on this hook-shaped island.   If I swim out past the buoy, I'll find the rest of your slippers caught in a green net.   In a raft made of cardboard and cattails, rain matters.   Far from the hum/buzz of the electric...
christine-hamm's picture
Oct.13.2013
Grief     I have declared today your birthday, at least on this hook-shaped island.   If I swim out past the buoy, I'll find the rest of your slippers caught in a green net.   In a raft made of cardboard and cattails, rain matters.   Far from the hum/buzz of the electric...
annette-talbert's picture
Oct.10.2013
The grief is real, its a living thing a parasite feasting on my heart. Hidden deep beneath the skin, no one suspects that I am host  to this beast, who takes all my joy and leaves me weak with longing, for the one who stole my soul. © annettealaine-2013
sherrie-theriault's picture
Oct.09.2013
October 9     The Problem with the Peter’s Principle   Is there a harsher lesson than learning that love is not the same as trust?  This is a fact all the more painful because it is true.  Affection is not the safeguard of sanctity.  I am learning to steel myself to...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Oct.04.2013
October 4     Have Faith   Strange and wonderful tragedy takes you away from me and I don’t know how it is that you return, but you do and I thank G-d, but I’m not sure it was G-d’s idea that you went away or that you came back, though, I am sure, He missed you every bit as much as I...