The Last Night January 18, 2022 Russ Yarrow Uncategorized 2 comments I felt a gathering — of memory, time, reality. And then a going-out. A great one. Ferocious. Relief. Fear. Panic. Confusion. Anxiety. Guilt. Blown apart like a dying star. Supernova. Leaving a cosmic bubble slowly birthing new stars. Share this:TwitterFacebookLinkedInEmailTumblrPinterestLike this:Like Loading...
Thank you Marcia, this piece came out of me dealing with the night Kit passed. I don’t know if I’ll ever fully recover but I think I’m making progress! Loading... Reply
Have you recovered. Beautifully expressed
Thank you Marcia, this piece came out of me dealing with the night Kit passed. I don’t know if I’ll ever fully recover but I think I’m making progress!