Topic Tags: life

This creative ritual can be done during a Yizkor service or other gatherings focused exploring on death, dying and legacy.

I walk the trail back to its origins / towards the slow pulse of life / flowing within contorted trunks / honey-colored limbs scarred by lightning

You glimmer in my rearview mirror Quick look, there’s no one in the / back of the car. Yet, / you

“How do you steer this thing? / Which end is helm and which is the stern?”

Imagining the human as tree