A poem, a prayer

Sweet angel of Death, if you must come, better come now. I do not fear at all your glacial kiss, and there’s a voice calling me, in the fair darkness beyond the ford. From past suffering, my soul is mature for dying well. Just everything that I’ve loved lasts in my heart, as scraps from… Continue reading A poem, a prayer

Every Day of Remembrance – Speaking with the dead

Once, I lost a person very close to me; so close, that she was part of me: my best friend and my mate and lover. It happened thirteen years ago (but it could have been yesterday; or even today, because I’m still losing her every day of my life), and she is not in any… Continue reading Every Day of Remembrance – Speaking with the dead