The afterlife has left me  stranded in my sister's house, at the edge  of catastrophe She’s  having cocktails amid a few ravages of grief here and there while she lays out littered pieces  of a breakable life. No self-pity for her. She’s too busy  watching the stars  run away  with the moon. I didn't know enough to be scared. But she did. By Barbara Shields

There. The full Moon. A ghost. Pieces of you Falling to earth, walk Straight through me. My fingers clutch the sky, aching To catch your...

The flesh has fallen from her face and you thought-- well, she lost some weight. Didn’t you notice how she covered  the curls wincing...