Missing Marsha
Can you miss someone who died before you ever met them? Yes, if you are a reader. I miss Marsha Mehran.
Can you miss someone who died before you ever met them? Yes, if you are a reader. I miss Marsha Mehran.
The first time you watch someone die is a surprise because wasn’t death supposed to be silent?
I lost all my Instagram Drafts, at least 15 Drafts in stages of completion. Gone in one shot.
This month began with news of the death of one of my close relatives. A few minutes before midnight, he was found at his computer, hand still on the mouse, the light and life gone from his eyes.
Glee actor Mark Salling was found dead a few hours earlier. There have been a slew of ‘He deserved it’ messages online.
How can any one of us possibly measure what pain means to another? Who can truly determine which problems are bigger than others?
I would like this read after I die if there is anybody to listen. A life was changedMany things were brokenListsRulesExpectationsDreamsRelationshipsStatus quo Many languages spokenAnd learntAnd builtWith grammarsThat bore plurals for things that hadn’t beforeRealitiesLovesBodiesStates of being And in endingYet another rule brokenAnother grammar rebuiltWhen I sayLife is endingBut I…
I started this year facing up to something I have feared all my life – the word GOODBYE.
I wrote this for an Alphabet Sambar prompt. It’s dark per my usual but with a tighter rein on craft. It’s called LUKA.
Feardom is a world of ghouls, monsters-under-the-bed, aliens & otherworld creatures. They manage freshly dead souls’ passage into Feardom or wherever else they may be bound, with all the expected errors, goof-ups and emergencies. They also run a fear economy, collecting, creating, processing and distributing fear across the living world.