PinnedLise KunkelinGrowing GriefHow We LeftWhen you collapsed in Maine, there in my arms, eyes locked just as you were leaving I was leaving too in some strange shockMar 51Mar 51
PinnedLise KunkelThe Second Year After Your DeathThe Second Year After Your DeathOct 19, 20221Oct 19, 20221
PinnedLise KunkelFalling in Love with JoYour beauty, thought and whim, the doom & awe of a wild rainAug 29, 2021Aug 29, 2021
Lise KunkelWidowI understand the glory and the wilt of sunflowers the last bright petals droppingNov 111Nov 111
Lise KunkelOn a mountain in MaineI climbed to the cliffs overlooking the lake near the curled root which resembles a snake sunning herself.Sep 5Sep 5
Lise KunkelExtinctionTo the last star in the sky I try to explain how sitting in gathered silence is different from sitting aloneApr 7Apr 7
Lise KunkelThe Last Thing I could not RememberThat film, the title, why I walked upstairs or how in the remembering I shake my own hand, satisfied that whatever else I have forgotten…Mar 20Mar 20
Lise KunkelinGrowing GriefHe Loved Breadthis is another part of life where not a bit of my effort will make what was rise againDec 4, 20231Dec 4, 20231
