For Paul – 2 Weeks Later
By Constance Miles, 11/23/20 You say the grief isn’t like a hurricane any more, with torrents of tears shed continuously. It’s still there, and you have your moments, but slowly, […]
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By Constance Miles, 11/23/20 You say the grief isn’t like a hurricane any more, with torrents of tears shed continuously. It’s still there, and you have your moments, but slowly, […]
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By Constance Miles, 11/18/20 Regrets bow head, heave shoulders. Tymon is gone. No more will you see, hear or smell him. No more will you wrap your arms around him,
By Constance Miles, 11/29/20 Bill’s daughter speaks of his trauma. She tells me his mother had severe postpartum depression after he was born. She was sent to a sanatorium, subjected
By Constance Miles, 11/23/20 I call wanting to bring soup. You’ve just turned on the stereo. You say you’re ready to have music back in your life. When I arrive,
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