No 388 E. Marigold St.

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By Mark Eaton Down at 388 East Marigold StreetWhere grief of earthly loves shall meetWhere tears in somber eyes repleteOf charry, wounded, wandering feet Down at 388 East Marigold StreetWhere monolithic chimneys featTo stand amid berating heatDisposed to rise from blackened seat Down at 388 East Marigold StreetWhere pool sits black from ashy peatThe home … Continue reading No 388 E. Marigold St.

In the Shadows of Grief: A Short Story

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As she sat at her desk, the thought of her husband’s death stole the air from her lungs. She wanted to carry her weight, but gravity had multiplied seven times. She might as well have been physically ill, for the bodily fatigue was overwhelming. She barely had the strength to lift her arms to the … Continue reading In the Shadows of Grief: A Short Story