The Trickster and the Fool

Grief is a trickster, an emotional succubus in the guise of an elegant belle encouraging you to stay with her for a moment, to feed her your hurt. Catharsis for the soul transforms into codependency. She is the head of Algol, unable to survive without you, and so you continue to wane, living in her… Continue reading The Trickster and the Fool

Waifs and Strays

A nation in flux Failed by its protector Freedom fighters Facilitated by the free world There’s always a price Waifs and Strays Walk the streets Visiting friends In pieces They drop bombs We drop like flies Swatted from your mind A noxious atmosphere We can’t cry

Bereavement: six months or one hundred and eighty-two days later

Today marks six months since my mother passed away from cancer. A thick fog is only now lifting. Both my physical and mental health have suffered. But I’ve found solace in writing and this has been a cathartic exercise. Today is the culmination of a journey years in the making and one where I’ve yet… Continue reading Bereavement: six months or one hundred and eighty-two days later