Showing posts with label Audrey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Audrey. Show all posts

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Four years and one day, Audrey

Four years and one day
by Audrey

Yesterday I looked for something to hang in your tree.
I wanted something to catch light and move
In the wind without sound.
The sounds would be disingenuous since you are stone silent.

But you do catch light in the corners of my eyes.
You rustle leaves. You are my hallucinations and ceaseless longing.
You are the ghost baby like a lost limb I still feel.
You are my undoing

And all the grace I have ever known. You
Are poems and images, tributes and tears.

You are the thread that holds me together at the seams.
You are the ocean between me
And every other person alive.
You are a long rope bridge to understanding.

You are my 7 Nation Army. You flick the lit match into
The rage that threatens to engulf me.
In your aftermath, I surrender all my pride.

Four years and one day brought this poem to me.
A day too late. Four years too late. Eighty years too soon.

All the ingredients are here in full supply.
It is from these things that I will cook until I can eat no more.

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about the piece.
I wrote the following April 5th, for Eva, a day after the 4th anniversary of her death.
 
about the poet.
Audrey is the mother of three. She is raising two and writes at Glutton Button

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Ornament in Mackenzie's Memory, Audrey.


























Ornament in Mackenzie's Memory.
Audrey.
Mixed Media Collage.

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about this piece.
Audrey created this ornament for the Remembering Together ornament swap.

about the contributor.
Audrey is the mother of three. She is raising two and writes at Glutton Button.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Photo Sunday, Shadows


















Shadows.
Jessica.

about the photo.
One night my daughter Hadley was blowing bubbles on our back deck.  I took photos.  As I watched her, and looked at the images coming up, I liked the shadowy effect.  It looked like she was putting on an old-fashioned shadow puppet show for me.  I feel like I have always looked into the shadows of things because they hold secrets.  I began to think that every time one of Hadley's bubbles popped it was her little brother, Frost's hands reaching out from the shadows to play.  He was helping us to see the secrets of where he had gone.  -Jessica.

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Untitled.
Amy McCarter.
Surviving the Day EveryDay.

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Shadow Belly.
Ceil.

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Shadow Steps.
Julie Cozens.

about the photo
I participated in the Walk to Remember in Melbourne last weekend. For me, this picture tells the story of the walk. Literally it is a picture of one footstep, it's my foot and my shadow. Figuratively it tells my grief story. I carry the shadow of Thomas' death, its connected to me and I carry it everywhere I go, even on the days it's not visible. I did the walk alone, in a crowd of a thousand, sadly this picture also tells the story of my loneliness in grief. -Julie

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Shadow.
Holly.
Momentum.


about the photo.

Just enough strength to stay afloat
I await my turn to find a glimmer of light
A momentary escape from the shadows
Which hold my soul captive.
-Holly


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Naked and Alone.
Audrey.
Glutton Button.

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Shadow.
Kieran.
Radar of Chance (Kieran's wife Louise)  

about this photo.
I am Laura's Dad. I considered writing something about Laura's shadow over our lives or such, but that's not what this image is about. I take photographs for all sorts of reasons; but mostly because image-making is how I define myself. I continue to make images, even after Laura, because I don't know how not to. This shadow lives near my house and only comes out at night. -Kieran

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Thank you to everyone who participated in still life 365's Photo Sunday. Photo Sunday is a regular monthly feature of still life 365. On the second Sunday of each month, we will showcase photographs taken around the monthly theme. Monthly themes are announced and explored in various weekly creative challenges. See the sidebar to explore more of November's challenges. The goal of Photo Sunday is to highlight the art of photography and help explore different aspects of grief through the camera lens.

Next Sunday is Mid-Month Challenge in which you can choose any medium, including photography, to explore the theme of Shadows. Also, next Sunday (November 21st) is the deadline for submitting a piece for the still life 365 printed journal. Please see this post for more information.

Monday, October 25, 2010

A Change in Trajectory, Audrey.
















A Change in Trajectory.
Audrey.
Photography.


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about the piece:
One of the first coherent thoughts I had when things started to go wrong was how quickly the trajectory of one's life can change. It was through those eyes that saw this image. I was alone in a hotel room high up and far away when I took this photograph. It is at those times that I most reflect on change, isolation and possibility.  -Audrey

about the photographer.
Audrey is the mother of three. She is raising two and writes at Glutton Button

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Untitled, Audrey

Untitled
by Audrey


I am a cigarette nestled
Between the splayed fingers
Of something large and capricious.
I am held to its lit match,
Awakened to the possibility of burning.

My feet
Resist the flame. It is too early yet
to be engulfed.

Two weeks later, its lips take a drag
And I’ll admit that I submit
Just enough to glow red and curl at the periphery.

Through whatever will I have, I try
to disintegrate only slowly, but you can hear
the sound like ripping as the embers dance upward, almost festive

Almost reveling in the smoke I become
Through the nostrils of an unknowable cruelty,
I am dissipated.

A long inhalation
I am spent, weakened
Turning to ash by degrees

I have not yet fallen.
I will, inevitably
But I hold on as an act of blind faith.

The phone rings.
The small vibration is enough
To disperse the ash of me

I am in the car moments later
The window rolls down
I am flicked out into darkness.

When I hit, I tumble violently. Embers
Loosening, spreading, bouncing to oblivion.

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about the poem.
This poem is about the time between learning that my pregnancy was high risk and the final trip to the hospital the night that Eva died. -Audrey

about the poet.

Audrey is the mother of three. She is raising two and writes at Glutton Button

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Two, Audrey
















Two.
Audrey.
Photograph.

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about the photographer.
Audrey is the mother of three. She is raising two and writes at Glutton Button.

Friday, August 13, 2010

Separation, Audrey






















Separation.
Audrey.
Mixed Media.

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about this piece.
Audrey describes this piece, "This is a page I created for the travelling journal. I have loved this poem since high school, well before I had any understanding of its meaning. When Eva died, this poem came back to me and has stayed with me ever since."

about the contributor.
Audrey is the mother of three. She is raising two and writes at Glutton Button.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Come Out From Behind That Pane, Audrey

Come Out From Behind That Pane
by Audrey


Come now, child, and dry your eyes.
Our world out here awaits.
And someone of your age and size
should not linger in those straits.

You may have heard the wise old words
on the tip of every halting tongue,
the sage advice of hapless herds
of fighters! angels! heroes unsung...

So join us, won't you, in this fresh air?
The sun may burn, but we're too blind to care.

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about the piece.
This photograph made Audrey think, "Aha! This is what the grieving start to look like to the outside world after a time -- unseemly, garish, hysterical." The poem flowed from that. And, yes, it is totally okay (welcome, even!) to laugh.

about the contributor.
Audrey is the mother of three. She is raising two and writes at Glutton Button

Monday, May 10, 2010

Film for Eva, Audrey



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about the piece
Audrey talks about the film she made for her daughter, "When I started this piece, I had intended to finish it for the second anniversary of Eva's day but I struggled to face these images. Eventually, it got easier and I finally finished it for the third. Bringing this piece to fruition brought me more comfort than I expected."

about the contributor.
Audrey is the mother of three. She is raising two and writes at Glutton Button.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

At Year Three, Audrey

At Year Three
by Audrey

That which doesn't kill you

might yet sever your limbs

leaving you isolated, immobile

and unable to fend off cruelty.


That which doesn't kill you

turns your palms to the sky

ready to receive the next shoe

or to catch what is falling.


That which doesn't kill you

clouds your vision, dampens cheeks

your hearing grows acute to compensate

as do smell and touch, but you bruise easily.


That which doesn't kill you

leaves an aching weight on your chest

bends your back, instructs you in humility and

renders you vulnerable to sympathetic maladies.


That which doesn't kill you

hurts the child you were and hoped to be

deepens your understanding

carves into your skin with its clarity.


That which doesn't kill you --

occupies any space it can find

crowds out some things, makes room for others --

becomes you.

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about this piece.
Audrey wrote me about this piece, "I've been writing this draft poem (nothing is ever really final for me) in these days leading up to Eva's day (April 4th). What I have come to realize is that I have a deep need for these rituals of memory and sacrifice and hopefully growth. Additionally, I have become somewhat preoccupied with platitudes. It is something I find myself coming back to repeatedly. Haven't we all heard and been hurt by them? I wanted to flesh one out until it looked like something closer to the truth."


about the contributor.
Audrey is the mother of three, including a set of monoamniotic twins, twins who shared an amniotic sac, which is very rare, which earned her eleven weeks of inpatient monitoring and, sadly, hospital food. Her daughter, Eva, was diagnosed with a heart defect (hypoplastic left heart syndrome) in utero and died from post-surgical complications when she and her twin were 29 days old. As she approaches her personal "Lent" for the third time, Audrey is working to reconcile herself to life's dualities. Audrey writes at Glutton Button.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Resting Place, Audrey
















Resting Place.
Audrey
Photograph.

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about the photograph.
In Audrey's words, "This is called 'Resting Place.' It is a malachite box, the most precious thing we could find to hold Eva's remains and that's probably all that needs to be said about it."

about the contributor.
Audrey is the mother of three, including a set of monoamniotic twins, twins who shared an amniotic sac, which is very rare, which earned her eleven weeks of inpatient monitoring and, sadly, hospital food. Her daughter, Eva, was diagnosed with a heart defect (hypoplastic left heart syndrome) in utero and died from post-surgical complications when she and her twin were 29 days old. As she approaches her personal "Lent" for the third time, Audrey is working to reconcile herself to life's dualities. Audrey writes at Glutton Button.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Sestina for Eva, Two Years On, Audrey

Sestina for Eva, Two Years On
by Audrey


Two years have passed since you were born with your twin
On every day since I have cradled your heart
A garnet sliver inside your open chest sewn together in blue
Plastic which was your world – isolette, tubing, the smell. I mourn
For all that we came so close to having -- the memory?
A lump of sand I can’t choke down. Naomi, your other half

Thrives but too there is the howling hollow spaces your absence, your half
Leaves unwhole. At 18 weeks we first learned of our twins!
You lived only 21 more and how I wish I could have more memories
Of your beauty, more than just that night before open heart
Surgery (the first), before the car accident, before cardiac arrest that morning
Before your body swelled, called for mercy and released you to the blue

On the good days, relatively, I imagine that you are soaring in the blue
Sky, your bright eyes free of pain and plastic. The other half
Of the time, I think I would take you in any form and mourn
The lost chance to hold you with your brother and your twin
For even one moment as the family of five that is my heart’s
Very beat if not the picture in my addled memory.

One part of me is pulled to you in memory
One part to hope, the pieces of my cracked soul in red and blue
The veins and arteries that are tentacles originating from my heart
Boring through everything everywhere, splitting into halves
And dividing against themselves creating more twins
Multiplying, amplifying all that we’ve celebrated and mourned

Only now can I finally see a morning
Bird soaring and I erect it on my shoulders into a tower in your memory.
In time we will tell Naomi that her twin
Flies so that she will never feel alone as long as the sky is blue
We spin and weave mythologies of you in trying to fill this cup to half
Fullness --for a start-- and grow the left ventricle of your heart

In another universe or dimension perhaps your heart
Is whole and beating. And in that place, I need not mourn
We are complete with both halves
That were never divided. There a book of memories
Is written about two girls with my curls and eyes a kind of blue
Touching as they were for 34 weeks, 6 days, inside one amnion, twins.

I will, to eternity, hold the memory of your heart,
Covered in the blue of an infinite sky in morning
You are half of my world, twin to the earth on which we continue.

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about the piece.
In Audrey's words, "It took me a long time even to publish this poem to my own blog. I wrote this over the weeks leading up to the second anniversary of my daughter's death. The sestina is such an exacting form that it took time to adhere to it. I wanted that structure, however. I wanted a challenging process to work through."

about the poet.
Audrey is the mother of three, including a set of monoamniotic twins, twins who shared an amniotic sac, which is very rare, which earned her eleven weeks of inpatient monitoring and, sadly, hospital food. Her daughter, Eva, was diagnosed with a heart defect (hypoplastic left heart syndrome) in utero and died from post-surgical complications when she and her twin were 29 days old. As she approaches her personal "Lent" for the third time, Audrey is working to reconcile herself to life's dualities. Audrey writes at Glutton Button.