All Posts By Tabatha Stirling

For Judith (d. October 1st, 2015, Senegal)

The whiskey is speaking in tongues again warming my stomach while life goes on the Beagle snores and my heart is sick and tired because you...

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Grief in Edinburgh

Butterflies stopped visiting the meadow the year your light went out. Daffodils were joyless and sadness weighed down the Barn owl’s...

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White Petals Trodden Underfoot

I hid in the Acacia tree when you ran but I stole the memory of your lips, chapped by too much kissing. Of your back with it’s open...

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Bi-Polar Love

We had a chaotic reverie. We united as a weary Autumn storm pissing on rusty love. The times you filmed me drooling my savior complex. The...

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I Will Not Be That Woman

Not today. Even when the river rolls so cool and deep and I could wade and wade ’til sleep. Not today. When I have the tablets in a...

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Bare Bones Of It

‘Don’t throw me to the wolves’, I said but cancer had your brain by then. Along with bone, and skin and hair. I have...

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