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The Unspoken – #captureyourgrief 2016 #whathealsyou

As much as I write about my boys, there will always be things I do not say, The Unspoken. The following poem was originally published in Kakalak 2015. Things I Do Not Say His complexion was raspberry tea, and he could fit into a teapot twice. I don’t mention this when asked how I am, what’s […]

Sunrise and Baptism – October 1, 2016 #captureyourgrief #whathealsyou

As Hurricane Matthew taunts the coast, October has broken into autumnal wet with white skies above. This morning, there were no picturesque sunrise photos to be captured. Everything has been blurred by rain, mostly misting: too fine to be stopped by an umbrella, too much to go without a jacket.  But that is not to […]

Capture Your Grief 2014 -Day 31: Sunset

It’s essentially impossible for me to do the Sunset post on time. October 31 is always Halloween, I have trick-or-treat age kids, and the sunset falls right in the middle of all the festivities. So for me it’s nearly impossible to capture the sunset photo AND find the time to write the post. I share […]

Capture Your Grief Day 22: Words

Two nights after John Blaise was stillborn, I woke in the middle of the night with a poem in my head.  I’m talking 4 am.  And full verses.  I had been given this poem. A good friend from church and one of my writing groups read it for me at John’s memorial mass.  I read it […]

Capture Your Grief Day 18: Release

All of life is a game of Catch and Release, isn’t it? Some things are harder to catch (on to) than others: the ideal spouse, a good job, a sense of self-esteem.  For some of us, children. Or maybe faith, inner peace, or acceptance of circumstances.  Mick Jagger might add “satisfaction” to the list. Why […]

torch bearing quietly

I will not act out, will not
yell or curse or slam doors,
will not make a scene -- you
do not deserve such a chance
to make an example out of me
to be proven right since you
are not. Instead, I'll stand
at this street corner, raise
my hand high and clench that
light which yet remains. It
will burn brightly, quietly,
fiercely before fading as I.

Then I'll be gone but found.

©JAC 2005

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