by Ryn Gargulinski | Dec 4, 2013 | poetry, writing
you never see the aftermath of an exorcism – just the ruddy happy family so relieved the spirit’s gone but what about the ribs that banged against the ceiling or the joints that took a beating from contorting like a crab the spine must a be a mess with...
by Ryn Gargulinski | May 1, 2013 | death, poetry, writing
I fear it. I embrace it. I let it keep me up at night. I poke at it with a stick. I get skeeved when I have to touch it and pull out an old pair of pajamas to wrap up my rat and bury him. I abhor it. I adore it. I really don’t adore it I just...
