Tagged: memorial

patriotism

patriotism
is not for poor people, when
it comes to flying

flags at half-staff – tragedy
is newly debatable
.
20200523:1000
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on the fifteenth

on the fifteenth
anniversary, the thought
of you arranges
itself into the corners
of each hour, flashes
with so much
vibrancy and
color, it is a
wonder how two
people can live
together for a space
of time and be forever
stuck in the
past, a permanent
impermanence
.
20160911:0859
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we are observing

we are observing
another anniversary
of your death, when
all of a sudden, years
are pressed more
tightly together, days
are returned with
renewed polish,
and our centers
are suspended, not quite
sure which way to topple
.
20160212:0752
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there is a light on

there is a light on
in the middle of the night,
only within
us, lying in our beds,
whispering across
the room, allowing
words to find
each other in the
dark, moving
towards a decision
that is more
living and less
remembering, one
year later, already so
urgently matter-of-fact
.
20140911:0850
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the days have fallen

across two calendars

across two calendars
the anniversary of his
death has begun, on the
fifth of january, in
this lunar new year
four-thousand-and-
eleven. there are
advantages to
measuring time
this way, but losing
someone twice
each year is
immeasurable
.
20130214:0844
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melting in our

i hold

i hold

the sound of Dad’s voice on Thursday
morning, when it cracked, spilling the news

subsequent images like routinely-fingered photographs

i hold

distance like a shield, an empty room

each hard-shelled day to my ear, fleeting souvenirs

i hold

memory of your eyes, evidence
of an extraordinary thing, so alive

and oh, how they once held me

i hold

i keep holding
.
20100321:2143
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thirty-four monks were

thirty-four monks were
at your service
yesterday, such professional
chanting, such polished
sutras. memorial banners
flew in from far and wide,
red for your joy, white
for our sorrow, elegant
calligraphy for the man
who lived.

and when the fragrant
wreaths marched in
in lock step, over one
hundred mourners
sniffled in unison,
wiped their burning
eyes in a
synchronized
gesture
within this courtly dance
.
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