The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who … Continue reading
Michael Linsk is a poet and HOPE Connection group alum. My wife, lover, friend, soul mate is no longer a warm, living, breathing part of my life. Death intervened.
A guest came to visit uninvited without so much as a knock at the door. Grief arrived… bathed in the empty stillness left by an aching absence, my new companion rests comfortably among reminders of earlier times. Allowing me … Continue reading →
I eat meals standing in the kitchen Cause that’s what I do When I sit at the dining room table I still expect to sit down next to You.
Five feet tall, forty years old, a steel witness to a life no more. I open the four drawers and pull out the files. Some slim and clean, others heavy, showing their age. They store happy memories of travel … Continue reading →
When the dead return they will come to you in dream and in waking, will be the bird knocking, knocking against glass, seeking a way in, will masquerade as the wind, its voice made audible by the tongues of leaves, … Continue reading →
It’s not easy to join a group of strangers, especially when you’re in pain and feeling vulnerable. In a sense, the uncertainty is normal. Don’t these thoughts and feelings sound reasonable? I’m not a group person. I’m different than the … Continue reading →