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Davin I

Total eclipse of my heart. Sun, moon, shadow. Forever love. Missing us.

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HOCUS POCUS: Golden Shovel

After Jennifer Michael Hecht When you were twelve, your shadow out cast mine, you’d eat two bowls of long spiral spaghetti straws twirling in a meaty sauce I scratched, red, lip-smacking, mmm. Wednesday nights, the donut shop man is a dervish charmer filling our sack for three dollars for no rhyme or reason. Once, in […]

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September, 2023

As bright summer days wane into the amber of the autumn equinox, I find my psyche returning to the fragile landscape of shock and grief when the nucleus of my family was ruptured. 22-years later, our avowed devotion is the flame which ignites an unwavering pursuit of truth and justice to hold sovereign nations accountable for their role in supporting and carrying out acts of terrorism on American citizens, on our nation’s soil.

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April 8, 2023

Dear Davin,               From the time your dad slid a diamond on my finger, I dreamed of the home we’d own, the children that would play hide-and-seek in closets, and the adventures we’d take together to experience the wonders of the world before your dad’s world went dark. We’d mix large batches of sticky rice […]

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Tuesday’s Children Presents:

Lessons in Recovery and Resilience Virtual Speaker Series 2023 Tuesday’s Children is hosting a virtual event as part of their 2023 Lessons in Recovery and Resilience Speaker Series on the topic of Suicide Awareness, Intervention, and Post-vention. This event will provide an opportunity for attendees to hear from panelists about early prevention and intervention, grief-informed […]

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This Sacred, Unthinkable Day

Pushing through this sacred, unthinkable Day. Time has no reckoning over the love I hold for you in my heart — Deborah Garcia.

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The Leaving II

Elegy for my son

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COUNTERTERRORISM

after Kerrin McCadden my husband’s portrait is in a collage behind glass on a museum wall of prayers his name is announced by the son who never spoke it his smile is cast into homes of people we don’t knowhis name echoes across a plaza where there used to be buildingshe’s a good dad who […]

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VACATIONLAND

This poem is an elegy to the day my son and I released my sons’s ashes into the pond we haave been vacationing at since the boys were six and two-years old.

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