When my mother was dying she said, “I’m not very good at this.” “Is anyone?” I asked, smoothing the blanket on her hospital bed. “Some people are,” she said. “The ones who spend their lives preparing.” “I think we’re all unprepared,” I said. “I’m not very good at this,” she said again, wincing as she … Continue reading »
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Star by Joop Bersee
Yes well we are distant now, the past like a darkening wall between us, an illness. I touch the bricks with my fingers, break my nails as I try to scratch the cement, grey, bitter, can’t focus any longer. Her images are coming out of my chest, projected on the wall like good old slides, … Continue reading »
