The tides of March
March is the consummate in-between month. Lion and lamb. Winter and spring. Death and life.
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The tides of March
March is the consummate in-between month. Lion and lamb. Winter and spring. Death and life.
Unending reign
If I can avoid it, I don’t like penning two sad posts back-to-back. Today, I can’t avoid it. But given who’s the source of sorrow, I can’t be too sappy, either. Not if I don’t want a certain sleek little mink of a cat to haunt me haughtily.
The beat goes on
I’m not gonna try to drizzle this with syrup, kittens. We’ve been battered, beaten and boxed about the ears this month.
Exegesis of goodbye
The equation always holds, but that never makes it feel right: The longer you’ve loved someone, the larger “goodbye” looms.
After the storm
He came to us after one hurricane. He left us on the eve of another. Like the wind we can’t see coming or going, Hobbes has flown from our grasp.
Forever Loved: Lacey
There’s a hole in the world today. If you trace the outline, that hole has many colors, many toes…and it’s being filled to the brim with too many tears.
Sonnets don’t stop
Jonathan said something both ironic and profound this week. Actually, he said many such things. But the particular Rosenberg koan that comes to mind today is this: “We gotta put a moratorium on death.”
Forever Loved: Bonnie
We were just talking about Bonnie. We were just saying, “She looks good! I mean, she looks terrible, but she still looks good. Bright eyes, bright spark, still eating, still beautiful.” Always beautiful. Always loved. But, as of this afternoon, no longer within our grasp.
Forever Loved: Casper
This is a post I never wanted to have to write. This is a post I “should,” “rationally,” have been long prepared to write.