On Friday, July 13th my Dad died suddenly during his birthday party at my Parents' home in Corbett. It was a traumatic experience. I miss him deeply and endlessly.
I started writing about my Dad when he was alive. I wanted him to read it some day.
While at a workshop with Beth Bornstein Dunnington, pieces of this arose from me several months before he died. The poetry came from a workshop with Brigid Yuknavitch online, and the rest of it was formed in a workshop with Lidia Yuknavitch called The Braided Essay. It's called Bone Black.
Theheader image is a painting I did of my Dad's eye. I used bone black and his actual bones, "ashes" and gifted it to my Mother for her birthday.