C.M. Rivers
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Tag: death
Obituary
Will it only be a list of information, a collection of the external? Born in so-and-so, to these parents of this descent, lived here and then here, and then here. Worked as a nurse, a cook, an accountant, managed a dry cleaning business, taught… Continue Reading “Obituary”
Stephen Levine’s Definition of Death
“It is the ultimate in natural conservation in which the container is discarded but the contents are recycled.” – Stephen Levine
Omphalos
My fires are so thirsty, the hunger drinks itself. Transcendent wheel turning, at once groaning and soundless. I speak the language of rounded stones, spoken at the navel of the world. At times I cannot even reach you. At times I scoop you… Continue Reading “Omphalos”
Cat’s Last Days
He was smart, for a cat – something people tirelessly admire in their pets. And in terms of being a cat, there was little his eyes didn’t see. But then he became a crippled old animal, no longer a threat to mice, chipmunks or… Continue Reading “Cat’s Last Days”
A Note On “Awakenings”
My previous post, Awakenings, was written in reflection of my step-dad’s recent passing due to pancreatic cancer. Paul Hout was a great man. Throughout my childhood, he and my mom had a tumultuous on-and-off relationship, and were married for a brief time. In those… Continue Reading “A Note On “Awakenings””
Through the Door
We live in the crook of fortune’s flexible arm, an arm that winds up at a predetermined and rigid hand. We live both sides, both ways, each a tiger, surveying from ripples wound about the tightened stake of natural selection. We’d love a look at the other… Continue Reading “Through the Door”
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