My father died two years ago. It's hard to say exactly, although the moment of his death was definitely there. However, the definition of this moment has always raised questions. At first, death was associated with a simple respiratory...

    I see the corner of the room You are not there Instead there is a hollow The same old song Loneliness.

“unsigned horizon”     The horizon stays unsigned, a gray span that won’t take a mark. The raft holds by its own inward pull, nothing formal keeping it together. No place for the shore to grab hold, no cut in the wood for a hook to turn it...