By Sarah E. Murphy I wrote the following poem in the fall of 1989, when I was 17, a senior in Mike Rainnie’s poetry class at Falmouth High School. Although my deserted neighborhood of Falmouth Heights in the 70s and 80s was a ghost town, Halloween was still a major event in our family. My…

By Sarah E. Murphy Yesterday marked nine years since my father’s death. Nearly a decade since I watched from my parents’ bedroom window as the undertaker arrived to take Dad from 36 Grand Ave, and us, forever. A date I dread and feel in my bones as it approaches each year, like the sudden shift from…