a gift for dying
"My son, my son," said Aslan. "I know. Grief is great. Only you and I in this land know that yet. Let us be good to one another." --C.S. Lewis, The Magician's Nephew
Wednesday, June 28, 2023
this last grief is surprisingly gentle
Monday, June 26, 2023
June 25, 2023, Immersive Van Gogh on the Occasion of Your 72nd Birthday
only ever wanted a fraternity of painters
but he couldn’t quite meet minds with Gauguin
couldn’t find the quiet of his own mind
even slashing his way to semi-silence
still could only paint sweeping strokes
of his beautiful sorrow
i can’t find the beauty in my sorrow
and have no desire for the guild of grief
but somehow i think if i could just stay
in the silence of this music
bathed in the blues of Vincent’s Irises
and weep with the winds of his star-filled night
i might emerge bereft of you
but whole
Sunday, May 21, 2023
Anniversaries
to tour their beginnings:
The church that had wed them was now an apartment,
but had honestly faired better than
the honeymoon hotel
—a smoking ruin—
or the Crystal Caves—
caved in.
One year, a wagon load of hay
sold to horse farmers from Kentucky
burnt to the boards 3 miles out the gate.
And there was Mount St Helen’s—
just sharing a date—
their calamiversary, they joked.
A lot of butterfly-stirred typhoons
are bound to share dates over 49 years.
Dad spent their 49th in the hospital,
but he’s not really up to joking around.
ALS takes the smile out, you know?
Still, Mom says she hopes
against all reason
for fifty.
Saturday, March 18, 2023
Medic Alert
DNR
After lifelong strength,
destruction now reigns.
All’s lost. Sorry.
DeNied recourse.
Action limited severely.
Definite. No rebellion.
Alas, long suffering.
Dying. No remedy.
Always losing something.
Do not remember.
Able. Less. Stillness.
Diverse negative ruminations.
Altered—lost stability—
deranged new reality.
Angels look severe!
Derive no redemption.
All—love steady;
death! No return.
Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis:
Do not resuscitate.
At last, seconds—
Dream. Now resting.
ALS
DNR
Monday, January 30, 2023
Pieces
Wednesday, January 25, 2023
Grief to Water
Saturday, January 21, 2023
Doppler Shift
and I think I detect that
subtle harmonic shift
I remember asking you—
I can almost hear your voice again.
When the phone rings—
your name on the screen—
then cuts off…
the sound of silence is no old friend,
but a cruel Doppler shift