The Day Nirvana Died

We just so happened to have a newer bus that day, one with a radio installed because our driver’s usual bus was at the mechanic.

Alchemical Inheritance

I carry my father still. His absence weighs— a ghost in my chest, sorrow and relief entwined, a delicate dance.

Stars flow between our sealed kiss. My tears fall, cascading diamonds over valley and curve.

To Him my love is as beautiful an offering as my grief. Gold knows no mold. It flows, fluid and alive.

I searched for an image and didn’t use it, yet it reminded me I was in a creative space. Even in grief, that small joy mattered.