Blues Stories

Jason’s suicide shattered our lives. I was his best friend since second grade at Sherman Elementary School. We went to Hidden Valley Camp in Maine every summer, played little league baseball and damn it, we spent almost every day together. How could I not know what was going on? Why would he hang himself? At the cemetery when they were burying him, I couldn’t keep my eyes off his mom and dad, the perfect parents. Dr. Medn...

Jason’s suicide shattered our lives. We had no clue. None of us knew what was going on. I was his best friend ever since 2 nd grade at Sherman Elementary School. We went to Hidden Valley Camp in Maine every summer, played little league baseball and damn it, we spent almost every day together, so how could I not know what was going on? Why would he hang himself?At the cemetery when they were burying him, I couldn’t keep my...

5 a.m. Blues Sitting here Clock ticking Tap dripping Fridge buzzing Stomach rumbling Nose freezing Ears twitching When does the peace come blazing in? Sitting here Head aching Phone blinking Birds tweeting Heart thumping Feet freezing Eyes watering When does the gladness zoom into my being? Standing here Body leaning Brain ticking Fingers grasping Kettle boiling Tea brewing Porridge waiting When does is all make sense?