Tag: Good Friday

Dorothy’s Cross

Dorothy was the kind of relative one needs a chart to understand. Married to the cousin of my grandmother. She seventy. I seven. She the giver of baggies of treats, cans of coke, sweet smiles. She the scolder when her sister told tales of Gypsies…

A Poem For Good Friday

  Anxiety is a free-fall from too-high-up, Jetting toward the rock-hard, Flailing in a grab-nothing way, Screaming in a make-no-sound panic. Anxiety is Good Friday. Not in a Sunday’s-coming hope But In a hidden-through-Jerusalem grief. Good Friday is dark Friday, Black Friday, Nothing-good-about-this-day Friday….

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