An Encounter: Who Are You Under the Sheet?
Two days before the recent full moon I stepped out for a walk on wobbly knees. I’d been sick. I suspect it’s been COVID although all my home…
Photography: At a Ghanaian Funeral
Nana's funeral seemed it yet ours it was: our novel deaths. -- Jane
Autumn Diary | On My Nana’s Passing
Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard It seems to me most…
Poetry: Death as Death by Laura Riding
Death as Death by Laura Riding To conceive death as death Is difficulty come by easily, A blankness fallen among Images of understanding, Death like a quick cold hand …
Postcard From Feelings: So Long
So Long for Nana my feelings spell you as peace in dazzling happiness awaiting in merriment in foreverandeverandeverandever so soon is where we laugh without barricades in…