I write about the landscape of grief, nature, and the wisdom of fools. The author of four books, my essays, poems, and reviews have been published in over 50 journals, including in the Huffington Post and Colorado Review. I’ve won the River Teeth Nonfiction Book Award, the Chautauqua and Literal Latte’s essay prizes, and my work has been nominated for four Pushcart Prizes and named a notable by Best American Essays. My account of hiking in Yosemite to deal with my wife’s death, Mountains of Light, was published by the University of Nebraska Press. http://www.markliebenow.com.
Thursday, December 31, 2015
New Year of Grief
On the first New Year’s Eve
after the death of a loved one, grief is a morose bear in purple that sits next
to us on the couch and occasionally reaches over to claw us.
There is no late night dancing.
No twirling of sparklers. No blowing of horns.
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