Category: SarahR
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Winter
Sarah R.I have spent every winter since 2005 in a wine drunk haze of bitter grief and fiery rage. Twenty years confronting expectation and idealism…how doing everything “right” isn’t rewarded with everything “right.” How brothers can fall and hit their heads and die suddenly without warning, without explanation, without goodbye. The audacity of death. I…
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Come as You Are
Sarah R.‘Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be…..’ Hyperfixated. the bass line tracks coming from underneath my brother’s bedroom door 25 years ago. Kurt’s voice through my speaker, four days ago. ‘As a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy….’ Over and over this past week, the voice…