Beautiful work here. Thank you for sharing it. As someone whose dad died tragically, I find myself attempting to capture the emotion of it in different ways. I have not given up the idea and am inspired by what you've given. Here's to whatever we do in the coming days <3
Sweet Baby Jesus that was wonderful! Such rich language. The fiction may be on hiatus for now, but perhaps the essays will continue to come? Thank you, Roxane and Innocent, for sharing this with us. It made me think of Soyinka's Death and the King's Horseman.
Roxane, have you considered putting out an anthology of these essays? Some essays, like this one, I can see wanting to return to.
I’m sitting in my car about to re-read this piece…because, wow. Innocent, thank you for writing such a beautiful and moving piece. I am so sorry for your loss.
Thank you Roxane, thank you for amplifying its reach.
This was such a beautiful piece. I felt the sense of loss for people as well as for writing, having recently gotten out from a very long bout of writers block that had me wondering if I'd ever write again. Thank you for sharing this, Innocent and Dr. Gay.
Traveling through the author’s imagination and reality.
My father is alive, but, is so weary, and I’m sure wonders when will he be gone. I think he makes his own death scenarios, and maybe there he finds some humor, some courage to just get on with things.
Beautiful piece! It’s been 25 yrs since I lost my Dad, my best friend. I can relate to the desire to capture his memory somehow, and the search to “see” him or feel his presence in something, anything - to the point of forcing something to be where it isn’t. Grief can be tortuous.. I hope writing this piece helped to make it a little less so, Innocent.
I’ve come back to this essay and over. As a recovering writer myself, I think all the ways in which we depart from the pen and all the ways we come back to it and I can’t lie it’s comforting to know that whatever and however the journey looks like, it’s a journey we all make.
Beautiful work here. Thank you for sharing it. As someone whose dad died tragically, I find myself attempting to capture the emotion of it in different ways. I have not given up the idea and am inspired by what you've given. Here's to whatever we do in the coming days <3
Sweet Baby Jesus that was wonderful! Such rich language. The fiction may be on hiatus for now, but perhaps the essays will continue to come? Thank you, Roxane and Innocent, for sharing this with us. It made me think of Soyinka's Death and the King's Horseman.
Roxane, have you considered putting out an anthology of these essays? Some essays, like this one, I can see wanting to return to.
I’m sitting in my car about to re-read this piece…because, wow. Innocent, thank you for writing such a beautiful and moving piece. I am so sorry for your loss.
Thank you Roxane, thank you for amplifying its reach.
This was such a beautiful piece. I felt the sense of loss for people as well as for writing, having recently gotten out from a very long bout of writers block that had me wondering if I'd ever write again. Thank you for sharing this, Innocent and Dr. Gay.
Thank you for sharing, it truly brought me to tears
Traveling through the author’s imagination and reality.
My father is alive, but, is so weary, and I’m sure wonders when will he be gone. I think he makes his own death scenarios, and maybe there he finds some humor, some courage to just get on with things.
Thank you for your writing. It is freeing.
Holy Cow! Incredible writing.
Beautiful piece! It’s been 25 yrs since I lost my Dad, my best friend. I can relate to the desire to capture his memory somehow, and the search to “see” him or feel his presence in something, anything - to the point of forcing something to be where it isn’t. Grief can be tortuous.. I hope writing this piece helped to make it a little less so, Innocent.
Thanks for sharing!
Wow. Just a stranger who felt compelled to say thanks for your compelling writing, and thinking Innocent, and for sharing the writing, Roxanne!
I’ve come back to this essay and over. As a recovering writer myself, I think all the ways in which we depart from the pen and all the ways we come back to it and I can’t lie it’s comforting to know that whatever and however the journey looks like, it’s a journey we all make.