Tag Archives: Death

After the Passing

Boat at sunset by @TimOve on Flickr

“Maybe his spirit will occupy the empty space. Maybe the spirits of other departed relatives will be there with him. I might find a convention of souls.”

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My Father’s Amputation on Tuesday


How long can a foot
last when it’s been
two sizes from the start?

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Disney and the Erotic Art of Dying

Joe made plans earwhispering elsewhere with hands in her back bluejean
pockets finding his, his what?, what were we looking for afterall
those barlikely nights?

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