“The Art of Losing”
This issue offers a mosaic of truth as the writers and artists wrestle with the “art of losing.”
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“Lost Things”
Do we only lose things if we realize they are missing? The meanings of all these things are sometimes lost on us. The full content of this post is available to subscribers. Subscribe now or log in!
“Moving On”
Besides, they were just things, right? I didn’t need his clothing to keep alive my memories. The full content of this post is available to subscribers. Subscribe now or log in!
“Cooking For One”
Aloneness is tangible. It shrugs right up against you And presses against your skin. It smells cold and aches. Heat up the oven. Stir your sweet sauces. Put on your flowered dress, Earrings and bracelet. Set a pretty table, Mother’s china and goblets. Serve yourself first, There …
“Gift Redemption”
I can recount thirty years of disappointing gifts from my husband — he simply had no clue. There was the electric can opener for our anniversary, a garage parking sign, the claustrophobic footed-robe that tripped me when I walked. I was forewarned by my new mother-in-law when she…
“Honest Surrender”
For as long as I can remember, I have felt a certain kind of loneliness, an emptiness that I couldn’t put my finger on until recently. As a child, I often felt different from those around me. I was a half-Mexican child who looked fully Latina but was raised culturally White. I gr…
“Living with Ambiguous Loss”
From a workshop at the Exponent II Retreat in Fall 2022. Read by Author My Journey with Ambiguous Loss Death has been on my mind for decades: my undergraduate thesis focused on James Agee’s A Death in the Family; one of my doctoral exams probed literary instances of death leading…
“Waiting”
Read by Author There is a distinct, sterile smell in every hospital. I think about the combination of cleaning supplies and latex gloves they must use to engineer this scent as I fidget with the notebook I brought to my mother-in-law’s oncology appointment. She is getting her tes…
“Emily Dow Partridge Young”
Read by Author it’s easier, i think, to see substance in silence and ghosts, than in lions and hosts. after all, bees do not relate with words or touch but with work and minutes and hours and days passed away. threads in a quilt stand firm for the central fibers and fray at the e…
“Triumph”
These experiences led me to pull apart my intersectional masks one at a time and take on my rightful role with pride only made possible by loss. The full content of this post is available to subscribers. Subscribe now or log in!
“Some Beginnings”
God said, have your dominion over the creeping things . . . So I captured a grasshopper and named him Luke. The full content of this post is available to subscribers. Subscribe now or log in!
“Shoulder Kisses”
Our language doesn’t encompass or account for foster parenting . . . The full content of this post is available to subscribers. Subscribe now or log in!