Author Archives: meaghancc

Do you remember, those first weeks and months of the pandemic, the examples of nature – the animals really – reclaiming their spaces? The half-joking comment always attached to it, “nature is healing, we are the virus.” The juvenile mountain … Continue reading →

I heard the word awakening. It sounds like a warm hug, soft blanket, restful, gentle. Being jolted awake though is the same thing as awakening, if you think about it. The end state the same. What I wouldn’t give to … Continue reading →

The unsatisfying Lack of closure That comes from Being killed in an instant Heart attack Brain aneurysm Car crash Catastrophe Leaving without saying goodbye So many things unsaid, undone, unknown But I’ve seen the other side of this The long … Continue reading →

What happens when your friends live When they manage to eek out time, to create stories from the wreckage rather than succumb to the wreck This being after When you rush in Show up Deploy, rapidly, the wartime analogies Gather … Continue reading →

You read the history of prey Scattered about The silt and sand of a slot canyon Stacks of leaves sculpted by the force of water From when the spring rains come through with a velocity that Is louder than a … Continue reading →

It’s a nagging kind of beauty, when I walk outside of the UCSF medical building, having taken the elevator down from the adult cancer center, having walked out of the surgeon appointment, having been given more decisions and the news … Continue reading →

What is it about rocks That draws us in Rock collections, pet rocks, lucky rocks, rock skipping Stones so smooth As we turn them over in our pockets Thumb to palm to fingers and back again Hold them up to … Continue reading →

How many things do I bury without even a song, rather, instead, moving forward, moving away, moving on, moving? A glimmer of hope, passed. A bubble-gum-pink camellia blossom, overflowing onto itself, taken down to the ground by the weight of … Continue reading →

What if at the end of the day, I don’t want to cradle her for extra minutes What if I want her to be independent, to fall asleep on her own, to somehow, simply, not need me, even as her … Continue reading →

We were all three in our bed Sunday night The booms Blasts up into the dark sky Lighting up our room in their pulses At 10pm 11pm 2am 3am I was exhausted Wishing they would stop Angry About ready to … Continue reading →