Could have been most anything really – there are innumerable ways for things to get dicey. Is the red line of tetanus tiptoeing toward your heart? Maybe a golf ball is sailing your way. Could be a bone hiding in your hurried lunch, something electrical near the shower, stitches unraveling while drivingContinue reading “Post Mortem”
Tag Archives: 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 fifth graders or at the university, produced movies. (Your name here)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 up to ride across the world in the cups of myContinue 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 birds. It was then when he himself became the hunted, byContinue 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 days, Paul had some serious anger management issues, but he neverContinue 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 side without going through, a rare and much sought-after mystical optometry,Continue reading “Through the Door”
C.M. Rivers 