Nothing prepared me for the loss of my mother. Even knowing that she would die did not prepare me.
My own journey in becoming a poet began with memory – with the need to record and hold on to what was being lost. One of my earliest poems, ‘Give and Take,’ was about my Aunt Sugar, how I was losing her to her memory loss.
Following Michael Brown’s death, I went to Ferguson and met with his parents. I stood with them as they tried to hold their heads high and deal with both their immense loss and the larger issues of police-community relations.
As women, we must speak out, speak up, say no to our inheritance of loss and yes to a future of women-led dialogue about women’s rights and value.
As often happens during a war, some parts of the country prospered, notwithstanding the constant loss.
The garden is growth and change and that means loss as well as constant new treasures to make up for a few disasters.
There seem to be many causes of depression. One cause is profound loss, grief. Economic hardship we know is linked to depression. We don’t have a full picture.
Why should Americans go on with their lives as normal, worrying about calories and hair loss, while other people are worrying about where they are going to get their next piece of bread?
Still falls the rain – dark as the world of man, black as our loss – blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails upon the Cross.
The European nations’ loss of sovereignty to the EU should be a warning to Americans.