In I Hope Mother Earth Will Eat My Ashes, Bicycle Bob Bussey reflects on a lifetime of quiet taking and the hope that, in death, he might finally give something back. Read it now on Written Tales—submissions are open if you’ve got words that leave a mark.
Such brilliant ideas in this poem, a manner of relating to death that I have not thought of before. Maybe we can rethink what it means to die, a contribution rather than an ending, at least, since reading this prose, I will try to see it that way.
Such brilliant ideas in this poem, a manner of relating to death that I have not thought of before. Maybe we can rethink what it means to die, a contribution rather than an ending, at least, since reading this prose, I will try to see it that way.