Melancholy suits me. We cannot leave that which breaks our hearts. Will I ever stop wearing melancholy? Will it ever stop suiting me?...

Your gray jacket. I bought it for you because the rest of your clothes had become too big. You were cold all the time and needed...

I just got back from the doctors. My appointment was at the same hospital my mom had to go to. I felt anxious the whole way there. I...

Found Poetry: Experiment with looking at the sky The more ways you look, the more you'll see To live with the awareness of a presence But...

Offering kindness to my grief would look like me curling it up on my lap to be held, warmed, and cocooned. To be kind to my sad self...

She is a face that comes forward amongst the dark colors. She stretches out her neck to speak to me. "Shhh.." she says. "I'm here to talk...

It's 11am on a Tuesday Have you taken all the meds I'm supposed to give you? Are any helping the pain? Nothing really works that well I...

Before I was living in color. Now it's in black and white. The landscape is marked into the time before, and the time after. The...

Grief and love and loss are layered. They inform one another. Grief is love. What doesn't show is the pain. It's even physical pain at...

The person I used to be was rushed. Busy. Indignant about things that actually sometimes don't really matter. I was innocent. Innocent to...