The Moya View

Tag: poem about loss

  • Returning to the Invisible

    Returning to the Invisible

    I watched my house recede to the invisible as the water rises and the slow flat boat ferries me away.   My only baggage— the wife in her angels nightgown, my chihuahua, a revolver loaded with dusty bullets—   all collapsing in the flow, dissolving into rot and mold, a place not all that comfortable…