Since I was young, I was attracted to poetry and stories about death. Not horror. Not violence. Just death. I started writing about death and I still do. I write about the idea of death, what it means and what it doesn't. The finality surrounding it but also the beginning. The realistic nature of it… Continue reading Poetry, death and my brother
Author: patriciakirsch
Hi, I'm Trish, just a girl who reads, writes and loves with all my heart, fractures included.
Also a realistic fiction author, poet and aspiring memoirist.
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By Candlelight
I wrote this on April 8, 1994 By Candlelight I walked in and held my breath worried what tonight would be, and as I sat there waiting I imagined what I would see. But the outcome wasn't as I thought, there were candles, song and laughter. It was a celebration, not in the usual way,… Continue reading By Candlelight
Staring at the wall
He lost his brother. A quiet man to begin with, he stopped speaking. He sat on his bed and stared at the wall. His brother was gone. This grieving, depressed man was my grandfather. Grandpap Kirsch. I was fourteen when he passed and I didn't know him that well. But after he died, when our… Continue reading Staring at the wall
Writing for myself?
I started a different post weeks ago that I may or may not finish. And other than texts, a thank you note and some Halloween cards, I've written nothing. I've written in my head (I talk about that here), but I wasn't motivated to put any words out there. I wanted to, and I still… Continue reading Writing for myself?
Have you been doing any writing lately?
Have you ever felt like you had no more writing left in you? No more words? I would bet that all writers at some time or another felt that way. I definitely have. A week or so ago, my uncle asked me if I was doing any writing lately. I wanted to hesitate and weigh… Continue reading Have you been doing any writing lately?
Is pretending a part of your life?
I'm tired of pretending. I don't want to be fake or a burden or anything other than who I am and how I feel, but that's hard. It shouldn't be. We all know those inspirational quotes about just being yourself and you're enough just as you are. Be authentic. Be kind to yourself. Blah, blah,… Continue reading Is pretending a part of your life?
Living in the Light (24)
In early January, 2024, I attended the visitation and said goodbye to my sweet friend Jan. Her passing was a melancholy way to bring in the new year. I was grateful that I knew her for the few short years that I did. She was seventy-nine, just shy of her eightieth birthday, and though she… Continue reading Living in the Light (24)
Being a non-mother
Let's talk about children. Let's talk about motherhood. I'm sure some of you who are reading this are mothers and some aren't. Some have borne children while others are stepmothers, foster mothers, godmothers or something like a mother. But what if you aren't a mother at all? What if you never carried a child in… Continue reading Being a non-mother
So here’s the thing…
So here's the thing. We all have problems. We all have health issues. And the older we get, the more we have. That's life. I don't hate life because of it. I don't hate my body for its problems and I don't hate myself for not taking better care of my body and mind in… Continue reading So here’s the thing…
All I can write
I was hoping I could mention the amazing writing I've been doing lately. Emotional poetry, journal entries, the beginnings of new stories. But it seems all I can write are letters and cards to my friends. However, I've been thinking a lot. There's so much going around in my mind, that I'm having a hard… Continue reading All I can write
The Second Chance Writer 