10/04/2023
The memory of Klowa.
I’ve been thinking for a while about this post, about how to explain that Klowa is gone, burned away, but there are these memories of it. That I’m not a poet, not a writer, but there’s this book.
A year ago, I sat on the living room floor and thought I’d write out a memory for a friend. I didn’t know that it would turn into this, the story of the first year after the fire. The story of the loss of Klowa and the loss of our community and the emotional arc of that trauma.
Sharing it still makes me feel vulnerable, because it’s my own story. Intensely personal. But it has already been received with such love and kindness… I can’t explain it.
It has been so healing. Thank you.
- Meghan