Geography of Injury
One year ago today, my friend Connie passed away. This poem, published in emerge 17, SFU’s Writer’s Studio Anthology, was written for Connie. I never showed it ...
Tag: Connie Howard
When you know you can’t see your friend again
— there is a grim loneliness in a coffee shop on a November afternoon: two doing crossword puzzles, their wheeled-walkers stationed by their table; ...
My friend is dying and things aren’t right
-posted with permission My friend is dying and I can’t get things right, can’t get emotion right, can’t get grief right, the duration right, the proximity right...