Eloise Klein Healy, former Poet Laureate of Los Angeles, has encapsulated so much in the two short stanzas of her poem "Iris".
After a glioblastoma diagnosis, Tallu Schuyler Quinn wrote about what dying meant to her body, mind and heart in this series of moving essays.
BY JOANN STEVELOS - What happens when an abandoned child grows up and one day buries her estranged father
BY KATE TAGAI - Love only needs an instant to unfurl, and no one knows this better than the mother of a child she only knew for a few days.
BY JENNIFER CHRISTGAU AQUINO When the fall the sky turned orange from fire, and a pandemic roared, and the children lay in bed all day, and cancer took residence in your armpits, you found a bear in your basement.
Antoinette Kennedy has blessed readers with a poetic juxtaposition of Paradise--one of golden civilized grandeur with nothing natural, and one hoped for by the narrator, consisting of earthy goodness and authenticity.
The Journey of the Magi was a poem that T.S. Eliot wrote shortly after his own conversion to the Anglican faith.
BY ELANA MARGOT SANTANA Yesterday I found a salamander resting or dying in my garden. Translucent blood red skin with yellow speckles, big black bulging eyes...
Anaïs Nin on music, mortality, and what it is to glimpse a joyful vision of a land from which we came and which we have forgotten.
Marie Howe's different, highly sexual vision of transitioning out of life through a double-take on 'la petite morte,' the experience of orgasm as 'a little death.'