Emily Dickinson wrote "Grief is a Mouse - Grief is a Thief - quick startled - Grief is a Juggler - boldest at the Play - Best Grief is Tongueless - before He'll tell -" I won’t feign to know what all this means but I do know grief isn’t just sadness or loneliness like… Continue reading A Reflection on grief
Tag: poetry
The cursor and I
Blinking cursor, waiting impatiently. Write something. Anything. Come on! Straight black line, standing sentinel, an old friend. We’ve danced this tango so many times before. You know me and I know you. You know it takes me a minute, but I always get there. Have I ever let you down? Let myself down? Sure. Nearly… Continue reading The cursor and I
Racing, racing, racing
I’m panting, breathless. My legs hurt from this race that will never end. I hopped into your lane at some point; when was that? But you’re too far ahead to see. I’m sure you lapped me when I wasn’t looking. Maybe when I was crying about my failures. Maybe when I was napping in a… Continue reading Racing, racing, racing
S. R. Crawford 