Tag: lyrical memory
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Getting Lost on Christmas
Getting Lost on Christmas began as a memory of disorientation—driving home after a midnight service, fog thick, the road winding like a question. I wanted to ritualize that moment not as a metaphor for despair, but as a spiritual pause: a place where grace arrives quietly, without asking your name. The poem echoes the nativity…
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The Eulogy I Couldn’t Give
The eulogy I couldn’t give to my mother at her funeral I gave to my father at his celebration of life.It was a sentimental piece I shaped more for comfort than truth,imagining him— the first ghost to cross the thresholdof the house I bought in a new subdivisionstill raw with fresh pavement and silence—where I…