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  • The Aching Quiet

    The aching quiet. You’d know it, I’m sure. The moment something could have been said but wasn’t. The moment silence was filled with a smile, a giggle, a tear. That’s what I think the aching quiet is. An ache of… Continue reading

  • When You Became the Sun

    I promised this virtual space of mine that I’d sprinkle some heart into it, and so grows this poem: planted from a memory, watered with love. I felt this introduction necessary because I am well aware that grief is an… Continue reading