death Archives - The Geecologist

And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief As Photos

What reconciles me to my own death more than anything else is the image of a place: a place where...

What is life like when you don’t know what it is you’re marrying? Harshly put, it implies you are...

I’m on the train, traveling alone, with two seats to myself. I have to use the restroom. Without...

The stories say that if we take only the Road of the Village—the ordained track—we risk...

They were not fighting now. Only the whispers remained, and the little whimpering groans. They...

The sky in Rancy is the same as in Detroit, a smoky soup that bathes the plain all the way to...

Here’s how it started. I’d never said a word. Not one word. It was Arthur Ganate that...

Up and downhill we went, but always descending. We had left the hot wind behind and were sinking...

For what it’s worth … it’s never too late, or in my case too early, to be whoever you want to be....

At a time when the world is upside down and it’s thought insane to ask why you’re...

You know what I get to wondering, Maurice? Tell me, Charlie. About death, Moss. Here we go. Is it...

He spent the night in a vacant lot, cowering under a profusion of weedy growths and pinprick...