like the stolen moon it just slipped away in existance just as her smile fell away from her face they told her he was dead no more lithium she’ll take her death bed just as the moon dies but in conflict her smile, her body wont rise from a forced crescent moon to a deaths [...]

I remember that night like it was yesterday Driving to the clinic Denial is amazing Stopping for nicotine enroute This can’t be true Denial can cover anything Except the truth The funeral line was so long So many to pay their respects You were amazingly loved This poem was written/submitted by Shannon Black.

He died of an overdose of television sports. He left life as as he had lived it, Sitting back in his recliner a beer in his hand and his wife in the kitchen making up another batch of buttered popcorn The funeral will be videotaped so any of his friends that might be so inclined [...]

I need pain a knife against my wrist is not enough well it’s pain, but i need stronger pain Pain that will make me scream I need to see blood to smell and taste it I need the feeling of my blood draining from my veins I grab a knife and in a moment all [...]

I can hear the funeral bell tolling in the church across the way Calling in the family and friends of the deceased one for to pray For the soul of the departed though what happens to the soul When life’s last breath we have taken would seem beyond our control, Tolling slow and tolling loudly [...]

I’ve taken in recent years to thinking about my funeral and have decided to make one paramount request: play jolly music at that ritual. What good does it do to heap on dirges or other mournful melodies? I won’t be there to be gratified by the grieving and if I could tune in I’d be [...]

Professed striving, thriving in kitchen life Woman of yesterday was a home maid Call her not a homemaker or housewife A home maid unpaid and future benighted Illiterate slave literate in home science Deprived of finance for days ahead Suppressed in fearful negligence Dear and near, not to be truly so supposed Necessity out of [...]

I passed by a funeral. A throng of people were gathered in the yard. The room at the front of the house, accomodated the deceased and a few people, probably members of the family. A thick smell hung in the air, the smell of death. I watched the faces of the people, all stressed out, [...]

at the School of Sternness there’s a class on ‘How to Frown’ Ms. Leech doesn’t like me and called me the class clown when we did the lesson on ’20 Different Sneers’ I descended into trouble for laughing down the stares oh yes, I guess – I could wrinkle my brow with the best of [...]

There is an old cemetery on the south side where the casual visitor may happen upon one of those old-fashioned gated plots dedicated to a family of local renown Sinners and saints, matriarchs and offspring lie in neat rows rank on rank like soldiers under crosses and stars of David quietly awaiting the sound of [...]