A haibun Nearly one year after my father died, I wrote the following: Disconcertingly out of sync, perceptions jumbled, receptors misfiring, I remain immediately near but never fully within the self I’d always known, receiving on an unfamiliar, piercing wavelength. Slowly, slowly, I have come to understandthis: My pulse has been attuned to loss. -Me, … Continue reading Unfamiliar, or: Piercing