Fishing in the Rivers of Life

Tag: Grief

  • The Steak Pie of Labour’s Lost

    A Gravy-Stained Time Machine It must have been a strange sight: a large, portly gentleman in a checked linen Borsalino, sitting on the passenger side of a beaten-up left-hand drive Rav4. Well past his prime, just like the car. Its blue-green paintwork was as faded as his hair and patchy, like his memory. His eyes…

  • Dog Moves in Mysterious Ways

    The Ceremony Begins You never picture yourself at one of these ceremonies, but if you did, it would be like this. Cold, damp, and overcast. Perfect. As it should be. I always feel that the sun has no place here today; it feels too much like it’s trying to put the fun into funeral. I’d…

  • Ode To Lucy

    The dog that was never meant to be,Left quite an impression,One, deep and everlasting,Imprinted upon me.,You were the one we never wanted,And now we can hardly bear to part,For in our loving process,You smashed and broke,This, such a heavy, heart. Bloody dog, I’ll say it again,So many tears, mostly, all in vain,Can I ever feel…