Aug 9, 2021
4 min read
The Ghosts Gather In My Kitchen
Living with Grief After 2020
They say grief comes in waves, but I resent the comparison. The ocean will drag you under, but there’s a beauty to be found in its wildness. A sense of clarity from falling into the deep. Bent knees, whispered prayers, cracked knuckles, bruised soul. The ocean connects to the moon, and unlike me, she is not afraid to show it. No poetry to recite, no eulogies…
