Category: Writing From The Wound

It was just a dirty old work truck, it had its day.  But it was his dirty old work truck.  I wasn’t even fond of it, it smelled of stale cigarettes and work boots, the doors creaked and the seats were ripped. It sure as hell didn’t warrant a parking spot on the driveway anymore.  […]

I am sitting with ghosts tonight. I’m so damned lonely I can hardly breathe. I fear this is what the future holds, night after night of ghosts and loneliness. I feel defeated. I have no stuffing. I’m trying to get away from writing about grief all the time but tonight, sitting with ghosts, grief is […]

I received an invitation from the universe while walking the dog the other day. Written in chalk on the sidewalk, directly in my path, was a message. “Hello Happy”. I checked over my shoulder wondering if it was meant for some other walker, but I was the only person on the street. For a moment […]

I don’t think life should be about just getting through another day, but that’s what I feel like I’m doing right now. I feel like I wake up, put in the hours so I can try to sleep again, and then wake up and do that all over again. I feel like I’m waiting – […]

I woke up at three this morning, the dog was doing a violent head shaking thing that seemed to go on and on. I had a vision of spiders marching into his ears so I turned on the light and tended to him the best I could given the state of my awake-ness.  He settled […]

We are still marking his passing in weeks but I know soon it will be months, and then… and then years. It’s the prospect of the years that takes my breath away. He will remain sixty-two and I will age without him. He will stay handsome in my mind’s eye and my mirror will reflect […]

We have had a busy week here – there has been a birthday (somebody turned six), training wheels came off a couple of bicycles and we felt moments of genuine happiness. The happiness came as the biggest surprise, none of us saw it coming. It came wrapped in children and sunshine and tasted vaguely familiar. […]

I cut the lawn today. It felt good to do something normal, it’s been a while. I felt like I was really stepping out. I wasn’t hiding in the house. I wasn’t counting pills or making doctors appointments. I wasn’t drying tears or planning a funeral. I was just pushing the lawn mower, working up […]

I zone out when I write – I focus only on words. Whatever story I am trying to tell my destination is only ever the next word, and then the one after that. The physical world fades away as I fall into a thought. Writing is a break from reality even if what I am […]