Julie Christensen poem for Hal

When I heard Hal left us, I was on my back porch reading for poetry class. I’d written a poem the previous day about getting in touch with friends. And in actuality, that day I called no one, not even Hal, whose birthday it had been, but who I had not known was ill. I stopped everything to weep. My mother called to say she had to go to the ER; I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t go… In the next few days, catching my breath, I wrote.

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