Tag: Nanya Jhingran

GRIEF Today my gut is squashed-blackberry rotting on sidewalk. I want to say purple or spilled but I keep swallowing Bruise. And perhaps it is indigestion or constipated grief But it has valleyed into sour harvest and, besides the hedging,  I am not doing a damn thing to clean up this rot.Today I am reaping valor in futuring my…