Where does it come from, The longing to be stronger, Richer, With a healthier or more beautiful spouse? On better land? With surer footing in the world? Where does it come from, The feeling of missing one another? My father, my sister, my brother, my kin, All are so far away; I want to return… Continue reading Receding into death
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Obituary to my childhood self
You are responsible for some of my earliest memories. Not earliest, I suppose—we didn’t meet until I was seven years old. Still, the memories feel primordial: they feel like they coincide with the genesis of my being. Playing in New Mexico, I remember vast expanses of hills and trees, valleys into which we would look… Continue reading Obituary to my childhood self
Jackson Holzberg Buckley 