For the last few weeks, I’ve tried to return to poetry, to capture artfully the January I spent in frozen British Columbia watching Dorothy Unger die. Art for that January is proving elusive, and I feel some shame for that; her family has turned to books of Orr, or Cockburn lyrics, or taken to writingContinue reading “Wherein I challenge Ben Gibbard and Sarah to an Honor Duel”
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On Death – Part 2
For Mama Unger, who I’m not looking forward to missing, and all my new nieces and nephews, as I work to support their phase changes And to Critter, for eating spring rolls with me while we chat and laugh about death I do not fear my death because I do not fear spring rolls. AsContinue reading “On Death – Part 2”
On Death – Part 1
It strikes me that we rarely speak of death. Most of our conversations on the subject of death, rightly so, seem to be about what it is to live – to lose, to survive, to miss, to reconcile, to depart. We want to know what it is we will feel when that which we loveContinue reading “On Death – Part 1”
The Drowned Rat Gospel Choir 