“They Said It’s Terminal” by Rosalind K. Bard
Are there people out there writing about death
About their own death, not just abstraction?
I want to know what they are saying.
Are they silent, numb, torn to nightmares
Or do they laugh and open their mouths in big ohs?
I don’t know how to do this.
Talk. To me. Now.
Before the silence.
Can we talk please?
The sound of your voice is the only thing
The only thing I will carry
Because I will have no hands.
Talk to me, please I’ll pay you, I beg you
Just see me and talk.
The birds aren’t enough.
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Rosalind K. Bard Artist Statement:
I am a writer, actor, creative mentor but I see creativity in everything that I do (well mostly). How to make even the mundane have a glow of life..
To me, being part of the AROHO circle means: Being held by the history and blood of women from everywhere possible as well as the future. To gift the mentorship that has helped me grow and that I was able to pass on to others while I lived. To help other women form and grow forward in a way of their choosing. To leave this earth with pride in how I have joined with others to create something bigger than just myself and my work.