I haven’t really gathered my thoughts, but Julia Minton posted this poem by Kathy, who passed away suddenly over the weekend.  No member of a community can be replaced, but this loss will be felt by all.

The Lies I Used to Know
by Kathy Epling

I miss them, the safe stories.
You couldn’t fall

out of those happy endings
legs tucked under

The doors open to sunlight
& cornered gardens

brick paths, lilac & stinking privet
those transparent organdy kisses

I need a novel with no last pages.
Here was that truth

of rage, the burning sofa
the nights of smoke

My whiskeyed dad & Cinderella dancing
past dying. I was never sad.