“I entered this world not wanting to come. I'll leave it not wanting to go. All this while, when it seemed there were two doors, there was only one--this passing through.” LifeDeathPoetryBirthPoemLivingReluctance Author:Tess Gallagher
“Last of his toothpaste, last of his Wheat Chex, last of his 5-Quick-Cinnamon-Rolls-With-Icing, his Pop Secret Microwave Pop- corn, his Deluxe Fudge Brownie Mix next to my Casbah Nutted Pilaf on the sparser shelf, I'm using it all up. Chanting: he'd-want-me- to-he'd-want-me-to. To consume loss like a hydra-headed meal of would-have-dones accompanied by missed-shared-delight. What can I tell you?” DeathPoetryLossGriefFoodPoemMourning Author:Tess Gallagher
“In daylight we pick up our tinned rations and hike off, every artery and nerve of us, into the rest of our commemorative lives.” DeathPoetryLossGriefPoemMourningCommemoration Author:Tess Gallagher
