Category Archives: death

Your Mom’s Ashes

Posted on October 31, 2019 by pinklightsabre

Lily and her friends have formed a band called Your Mom’s Ashes, but spell it in a way that bastardizes the your and ignores the possessive for the mom’s. The four of them circle our property looking creatively blocked, needing … Continue reading →

Posted in death, writing | Tagged creative nonfiction, death, Halloween, humor, Memoir, mid-life crisis, mindfulness, pacific northwest, parenting, William Pearse writer | 11 Comments

Kaleidoscope of life and death on the PCT

Posted on September 21, 2019 by pinklightsabre

On the fourth day we rested only a couple hours from the last camp, still in the burn area. It was already getting hot by mid morning and I got there before Brad, eager to secure a camp. There was … Continue reading →

Posted in death, writing | Tagged death, hiking, Memoir, pacific northwest, PCT, writing | 13 Comments

A fair way to go

Posted on August 15, 2019 by pinklightsabre

It is the hour of 4, and the light is best for where I sit on the chaise-lounge, beside the scabby hot tub that’s been dry all summer. The hot tub is kaput because the large fir popped up the … Continue reading →

Posted in death, prose, writing | Tagged animal symbolism, Carlos Castaneda, creative nonfiction, essay, Karma, loss, Memoir, prose, spirituality, The Snow Leopard, William Pearse writer | 24 Comments

The first death

Posted on April 25, 2019 by pinklightsabre

The dog’s warm tongue on my cheek, the den by the window where the sun comes in to expose the hair on my carpet, the dust on the lamps, the dirt on my legs from the morning’s hike. Going up … Continue reading →

Posted in death, Memoir, parenting, prose, writing | Tagged creative nonfiction, death, essay, identity, midlife crisis, spirituality, William Pearse writer | 19 Comments

Down, down

Posted on March 5, 2019 by pinklightsabre

Down went the day, followed by the sun, the night, the moon which rose just a hair of itself, the kids, then us: the weights on the clock: everything goes down. They talk about the ascension, about what happens “after,” … Continue reading →

Posted in death, poetry, prose, writing | Tagged existentialism, life, mid-life crisis, pacific northwest, prose, short form, William Pearse writer | 12 Comments

This time on earth

Posted on January 30, 2019 by pinklightsabre

Where does it go, when the hair recedes—and why does it leave? And will I go like that too, without any notice but more a long, slow fade like snow thawing in a field— And are we just that then, … Continue reading →

Posted in death, poetry | Tagged existentialism, midlife crisis, mortality, nature imagery, nature poetry, poem, poetry, the meaning of existence, the meaning of life, William Pearse writer | 7 Comments

‘My mind is in garlands’

Posted on November 1, 2018 by pinklightsabre

Our inability to get our kids to do stuff manifest itself most in their rooms. This week, after years of trying, I gave up. There are wet towels, empty bags of chips, old glasses of juice, clothes everywhere they should … Continue reading →

Posted in death, Memoir | Tagged astrology, autumn poetry, Harry Potter, journal writing, memoir writing, pacific northwest, prose, Richard Youngs, Scotch, short form, William Pearse writer | 15 Comments