I jerked into full-anxiety mode at two this morning, woke crying in fact, as I heard the ghostly echo of my brother’s voice from six and a half years ago, saying, ‘Dad’s died…’ 412 more words
12 hours, 49 minutes
The fantasy or figurative coffins are a big deal in Ghana, and many are considered works of art, and have even been displayed in Western art galleries. 187 more words
3 days, 21 hours
life is a bowl of kibble
This morning I arrived at the hotel early. Today was the day. The day we were having satellite tv installed. In the last few days, we have had a lot of changes. 561 more words
6 days, 11 hours
Everyone I’ve met in the business of helping create funerals seems to be utterly passionate about their vocation. I discovered talking to David Hall of… 342 more words
Hey, Good morning!
It’s a new week and I just worked on a new poetry form called the Rondeau. You remember the Triolet right? Yes, I discovered the Rondeau on the same blog I discovered the triolet. 216 more words
1 week, 2 days
From darkness I came,
to darkness I went,
and wondered, inane,
how my days were spent.
As there in my grave,
in coffin so cool, 223 more words
1 week, 3 days
only the truest of facts
Why go to all the trouble of living when coffins sound so incredibly comfortable?
1 week, 5 days