Part Two: Grief Is A Marathon Runner

23Apr07

Grief is a marathon runner. It does not sprint to the finish, for it has no goal. No end in sight. Strung out, nagging. Never lessening so much as just less often. It is both unwanted companion and cold comfort – an emptiness that engulfs a void. A deep cut, then a dull, aching bruise, [...]

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Part One: Bad Dreams

23Apr07

In my sleep I fell cities. Heart broken and raging – rabid and wounded – I tear concrete slab from concrete slab; peeling back the asphalt layer to get at the burning heat of the Earth, where there must be answers.

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