Dementia Earthquake

In the past, we’d experienced active faults, grandparents, victims of old age assaults, unable to name the rumbles and shakes that came to be known as dementia earthquakes. And then there was you with your primary waves of forgetfulness, distance and those days when you disappeared behind your blue eyes, just stood and gazed with […]

I will not go with the ferryman

I will not go with the ferryman, Into the endless night, Nor touch the dust grey shores, Where shades linger grieving. I will not listen to the clinking of silver, And the whispering of the dead, R… Source: I will not go with the ferryman by Jane Dougherty. I love this poem and have to share it!