Until I wake up

Lucy It is something to watch a man die. It is something to have been the last touch, the last      connection to life. I don’t think I believe in God or heaven. But I feel that I’m tied to Benjamin Mackintosh all the same. When he interrupted Adam’s assault, he traded his lifeContinue reading “Until I wake up”

Into the After

Sometimes, I time travel through their wounds. I take them back to before. Before the wheels over-corrected, or the under-tow pulled too hard. I take them back to the moment before they said yes to that guy or before they turned that corner – before life began to slide away from where they’d been. I’mContinue reading “Into the After”

This is what happened

Beginnings I had a dream last night where I told her the truth. Out loud. Tongue against teeth, it snaked out from pressed lips, the sound escaping with the slowest release of air. As if I had been holding my breath for days. This is what happened – and there it was. Such freedom inContinue reading “This is what happened”

In every beginning an ending is written …

“What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.” – TS Eliot, Four Quartets I’m a better person for knowing you. For this invitation into your world, and the people you loved. I know why they loved youContinue reading “In every beginning an ending is written …”

body, remember

What does the body remember of another? What memory sits at the tip of the tongue, ready to burst? Does desire constantly swim in the veins, little pieces of longing that warm the blood and rise to the surface at the slightest provocation? Do they reconstruct and orient the desire toward that which we cannotContinue reading “body, remember”