I walk through the cloud of exhaust visible on this cold morning, younger son buckled into his car seat, his brother awaiting my help. For an instant the carbon monoxide surrounds me and I’m reminded it was the last thing that helped my big brother the night he decided his little brother didn’t need him.
Photo & Poem by Alex Bledsoe
(author, novelist)
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February 6, 2010 at 6:50 am
Alex, stunning, stunning work. I am so sorry for your loss, but thankful that you spin it into gold which is your art & your truth. Absolutely brilliant. Thank you for sharing it with The Juice Bar. Sincerely, LK
February 6, 2010 at 7:02 am
So beautifully put and so painful. Thank you Alex for taking us into your heart.
February 6, 2010 at 8:24 am
So sad
February 6, 2010 at 2:58 pm
Powerful and complete….
February 7, 2010 at 5:17 am
Alex, this is a very emotional and powerful expression of your feelings.
beautifully written with great imagery.
Your friend in Pen and Author,
Susan Elaine Graves
February 7, 2010 at 9:06 am
Heart wrenching and beautifully stated. Loss just gets weaved in, it never disappears.
February 14, 2010 at 5:27 am
I have to agree, stunning. Thank you, Alex.
February 18, 2010 at 10:48 am
O jeez Alex. I am speechless and can’t quite breathe. Whew…. Thank you for plunging into the depths of memory and pain. Brilliant photo and poem. Thanks, brave one.