Time and Tide
Early this morning I phoned a sibling about one of our own giving way to another world, and now I am sitting in the coffee shop, the memories of four other siblings flooding the pages of my journal like Yoko Ono's peace tower flooding the skies in Iceland on her husband's birthday. I'll whip her ass, said the one. Do right, said the oldest. That one would mess up a two-car funeral, laughed the third. Good memories. Hearty memories. And, each day we're piling up more of which they are no longer a part. Yes, they are seeping away. Seeping away. And how quickly. Published: Verse-Virtual, June 2026; photo by Jaxon