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when I lift my pen and touch the tip to paper healing flows thoughts leak from my heart through the pen to the paper in one seamless motion ink spills onto the page alongside grief with it my pain bleeds out soaking the paper...

there is a poem in the dawn my heart opens its eyes to the quiet of daybreak to the taste of hot coffee bitter on my tongue to the stillness of night tipping toward day to the memory of you floating in with the clouds to the...

what will it take to feel indelible joy again the kind that doesn’t go away the instant it arrives or when the next tidal wave of grief crashes over it what will it feel like when that undying joy bubbles up again, inside will I...

so many things move me now the touch of my cat’s paw gently in the morning to wake me her soft trill-meow greets me such kindness the air itself filled with the aroma of hazelnut coffee and layers of memories the pop of the...

Let the blushing be a river that drowns us both because we opened our mouths & assumed escape would come the deeper we chased the rushing sounds. We’re here, carried & caring, elbows tucked in daring the light to spill...

She’s the reason, dear outsider, they keep improving cameras. It takes something beyond real to understand what she’s doing beneath the simple countdown of our life together. I study her because I’m still learning what she might...