Monthly Archives: August 2016

a grief observed

Posted on August 21, 2016 by meaghancc

C. S. Lewis, A Grief Observed:  “Grief is like a winding valley where any bend may reveal a totally new landscape.” The switchbacks are dusty. Her eyes are bloodshot, the broken capillaries shooting flames. Her skin is starting to burn. … Continue reading →

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something started in my soul

Posted on August 15, 2016 by meaghancc

My relationship to my father was largely unexamined. A patriarchal figure who orbited my carefree childhood with BBQ and law & order, but was somehow gentle, emotional, easily hurt by words and betrayals. Some say his heart on his sleeve, … Continue reading →

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switchbacks

Posted on August 15, 2016 by meaghancc

The switchbacks are dusty. Her eyes are bloodshot, the broken capillaries shooting flames. Her skin is starting to burn. Maybe it’s just the sun, friend and foe, or maybe it’s a tear from within. Can a person burn from the … Continue reading →

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keeping vigil at the bedside.

Posted on August 15, 2016 by meaghancc

“keeping vigil at the bedside” is a phrase that’s been rolling around in my head for awhile now. at what point is something major behind you, even when it feels ever-presently beside you? when do you move on, devoting your … Continue reading →

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