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All is Flux
Editors M.B. Gerlach
J.L. Rushworth & J.M. Young
Dedicated to all those who lost a loved one to Coronavirus, and all the health care staff and key workers who work so hard to see us through the pandemic.
All Change – Hannah Stone
– after Thanatologist David Kessler
There is a tribe which honours how death
When the bereaved family open their eyes
on the first full day of loss, they see this shared,
for, overnight, every household in the village
has moved something out into the yard –
a chair, a table, any belonging.
My urban, northern community pretends
the only difference is absence. We hoist
the soiled Parker Knoll into a skip, bury
unwanted stuff in a landfill.
We hold quiet ceremonies in cold buildings
and, after a decent interval, ‘move on.’
‘Late’ is what the dead are called
in cultures where they know how to be present.
My mother is not yet ‘late,’ but she has missed
her time to shine, and all the furniture
in her brain is being re-arranged
round spaces where her memory once lived.
‘How long will I grieve?’ we ask the therapist.
‘How long will your loved one be dead?’ she replies.
This is the seventh in the series of anthologies under the Wordspace imprint with Indigo Dreams, and contributors are all involved with Leeds Trinity University in some way – students, staff, alumni, visitors to the Writers’ Festival and performers at our Wordspace Open Mic. In keeping with tradition, it is edited by volunteer MA students, with members of the Creative Writing staff.
Three Years – Jennifer Rushworth
Three years ago, I was the girl who had everything.
My hair was a golden waterfall that fell to my waist, and my
skin was tanned and freckled from days spent
doubled over with laughter in the sun.
My confidence was unwavering, my opinions strong.
I was a girl with dreams that would easily be achieved.
Three years ago, I had an amazing Nanna.
Her cheeks were rosy and her laughter infectious as she danced
to old war music whilst cooking the Sunday dinner, the living
room window clouded with steam.
Her heart was loving, her soul pure.
She was the woman who believed I could do anything.
Three years ago, my mother was in perfect health.
Her legs were strong from hours spent walking
and seeking adventure, never worrying about the time of day
or where on the map she ended up.
Her work ethic was determined, her lust for life insatiable.
She is the woman who stays strong no matter what.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley said, ‘Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change.’ And she was right: change is profound to us all, whether it’s big or small, life-affirming or life-ending. We live in a constantly changing, ever expanding universe, which may perhaps, one day, shrink back down to the stardust from which we are all made – though that would be an unimaginable loss, as that same universe is, after all, home to the biggest changeling of them all: the human condition.
The works collected in this anthology remind us that we are living in unprecedented times – but these times are what have shaped us, defined us, what we’ve rebelled against and what we’ve fought for. Journeys through tragedy, reflection, the cosmos and a shared history await.