LANCE GALLUP

grief journal – why?

I’ve decided to try to keep a very loose day-by-day “grief journal” of my loss. One of the things I immediately did when Jackson passed was to look for some...

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September 3: Day Five

Yesterday morning wasn’t as bad. I cried when reading some of the FB comments (that are stillcoming, even if at a trickle) but it wasn’t a convulsive sobbing attack like Sunday....

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September 2: Day Four

Awake early again but slept better than the last couple of nights. More (quieter) tears this morning - I tried to avoid reading the new FB comments on yesterday’s post...

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August 31: Day Two

I managed a little sleep. Really, I wish I could just stay asleep - it doesn’t hurt there. An empty day stretching out ahead of me. What do I...

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August 30: Day One

Jackson is gone. He was awake this morning when T came downstairs but his breathing was labored, deep and slow and he passed just before 8a. T came upstairs and...

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the great equalizer

For most of my life I've been involved in musical creativity - making my own, and trying to be aware of what others are creating as well. Since the advent...

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Standup

an uneasy circle of combatantswicked blades at the readystand poker faced staringcutthroat into cold eyes bland words, empty and pointlessbut carefully chosenmask heightened sensesthey are birds of prey circlingwatching for weaknesspredatory...

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2 am

2 am soft whirring of the ceiling fan only crickets hold the silence at bay in the darkness outside the faint yellow light leaking from the kitchen window. unmindful, night moves toward morning, August toward September, as if...

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