death

  • Echoes of Memories

    This poem came out of my grieving process when I lost my Dad in January 2011. Death, for the living, is strange Someone you love is there even if they aren’t a part of your every day life and then Suddenly the world goes “poof!” and they aren’t there anymore just echoes of memories And…

  • The Apple

    Written in 1983. Cobwebs hang from the drawers. The empty seat      covered with dust sits abandoned      by the desk. Death      now sits here looking at thirty desks      aligned in six rows. No more do children laugh      in this place. No more does teacher teach      the students. The Apple      perfectly red sits      untouched           by dust                or…

  • Death

    Written in 1984, this is another expression of my grief of losing my grandmother. Loss. A missing piece of the puzzle. A knot in the throat. A Demon in the gut. An unfulfilled need. A missing. A not there. A silent scream. Anger.      Grief.           Deprivement. A barrier to cross      some day Yet crossed by another…

  • Cheating death

    What would happen if a person who repeatedly contemplated suicide but never went through with it faced death for real? I cheated Death when I first contemplated suicide at the age of five. But Death won’t be cheated for long. So here I stand, at the age of 20, smirking at the irony of it…

  • Abuela

    Written the summer of 1984 in reaction to losing my Grandmother. I found out just before leaving for the airport to be an exchange student in England. By the time I returned 9 weeks later, everyone else had had a chance to attend the funeral, find closure and move on. I hadn’t. It took me…