Men I Lost To Horrible Things

This is the title of a book I'm writing. Largely because if they're dead, they still visit. Men.

I started writing stories. Random ones about a very specific time in my life. The 1980s. As I kept writing, I realized a few of them (there were many) were about men who I lost over this time. Then, because the creative process is nothing if not mysterious and organic, I had stories about men I have lost to sad deaths and other horrible things that spanned my lifetime.

All of these men—the dead ones— have come back to me in spirit form.