Gone Walking on a Cold September Mourning by Maggie D. Fedorov

Blue Waves by Brandon Stanley | Originally Published In Issue 049, January 2018

Gone Walking on a Cold September Mourning
By Maggie D. Fedoro

I want to know

What the crow is on about.

A gaping hole;

my senses dull.   



How the flowers piled nicely.

Hushed whispers:

sure seems pricey.   


The air be still

her voice; it’s shrill.

The ground I kick is icy

on this cold, September morning.   


In silence, tending tears.

As requested, counting years

the sands of Time forsaken.   


The suddenness,

the weight;

I knew, but knew too late.

The owl has called her name;

our lives forever changed

on this cold, September mourning.   


Cawing, gently mawing at

his garbage can delight;

the crow and me

stare longingly ‘til then I come to find

that the onslaught of this nightmare dances

solely for mine eyes.   


On the precipice of losing;

lost my focus, lost my sight.

Just a momentary blindness,

bless this crow that’s set me right

for in his calling, now I sense

her arms around me tight.       


My face, I find, is wet; but

her day has not come yet.

A warm embrace,

her voice I crave;

This nightmare’s noose is longing.   


Nary a hole in this dirt I kick.

It’s freed, now, of that icy grip.


Still I crave to see her

feel her

breathe her in;

such turmoil drudging on because I just can’t have her yet.


Until then, withholding screaming

I find myself still lost in dreaming.

Her arms;

they wrap around me

on this cold, September morning.  

This piece was written in honor of National Suicide Prevention Month.


  • If you or someone you know is experiencing a mental health crisis, call or text 988 immediately.
  • If you are uncomfortable talking on the phone, you can chat the Suicide & Crisis Lifeline at 988lifeline.org.
  • You can also text NAMI to 741-741 to be connected to a free, trained crisis counselor on the Crisis Text Line.
  • For more resources, visit National Alliance on Mental Health
  • Grief and Loss Resources from the American Counseling Association
  • Resources for Survivors of Suicide Loss

Born and raised in the Greater Seattle Area, Maggie D. Fedorov began to develop her inquisitive nature and lust for exploration when she was very small. Maggie considers herself a lifelong learner, and as such she spends much of her free time reading, researching, honing her skills in the arts and other hobbies, and naturally, planning her next adventures!

Maggie’s writing stems from a desire to delve into and capture what it means to be human at its very core; this tug-of-war that we play with the elements which mold our lives as we fight and embrace them, and using our observations to develop more vital roots anchoring us to the elements we all battle and nurture in our own lives. It was out of a compulsive need to share this form of expression and exploration that Maggie Fedorov, the writer, was born.

Maggie shares her travels and her life with her husband, Sam. The two are often found indulging in desserts, collectively dreaming about their future fur babies, and attempting to achieve Nirvana through the flawless integration of bad puns and dad jokes in normal conversation. See more on her Instagram.

Check out Maggie’s 3-part series, Nighttime Hungers, in case you missed them or head to our Explore section to see more work by this talented artist.