Why I Love Obituaries
“In this world, in this body; with this mind and these memories; this identity and personality, I think about the end—when will it be? How will it be?” Continue reading Why I Love Obituaries
Author: Gabrielle
Roots
Sometimes I dream of . . . Continue reading Roots
Alone in a boat on the ocean at night
And I ask the universe: what is for me now? / Where do we go from here? Continue reading Alone in a boat on the ocean at night
Daffodils
“Daffodils in golden glory,
Bending to the setting sun,
Summon me to…”
Continue reading Daffodils
Perfect Alignment
What is right in front of me is both the frailty and strength of the human being. Continue reading Perfect Alignment
Between
I sit between
the passing of two parents.
Continue reading Between
One Grave at a Time
It took more than 20 years before I discovered the cemetery across from my home. Continue reading One Grave at a Time
The Last Time, Artist’s Dream
The last time I saw my mother, she had just died. Continue reading The Last Time, Artist’s Dream
The Old Monk’s Death
It was a sunny winter day in Baghdad by the Bay / When the one who was called Shu-un Mitsuzen / floated up from his bed in the dying room… Continue reading The Old Monk’s Death
The Cut
I culled my possessions, removed the baggage, and minimized my life, one tea cup at a time. Continue reading The Cut