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canto

It’s never trivial to offer comfort to the dead,to the one who shouldn’t stay but cannot leave.The rhythm of the singsong rhymes that lay them in their bedis the same one on your tongue that lets you grieve. No tags … Continue reading

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  1. Haunting. Golden. Marvelous.

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un/make

when was it exactly that you lost the threaddropped a stitch or twocan you unravel it back to a timecan you find your place againtake it all apartrip the seamsremake the beginninghow do you pull at the hemsdecide to start … Continue reading

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One Wish

I walked by with my brokenfingerhands and I saw you there with her. I saw the way your eyes tracked her smile and the way your whole self was alive, loving her. I love you more than I love breathing, … Continue reading

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Recipe for When You’re Grieving

Use a heavy-bottomed pan, a big one. Drop in some butter. Top and tail and peel sweet onions. Chop them slowly, and let yourself cry. Sweat the onions in the butter; add salt and pepper. Stir until everything is soft. … Continue reading

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  1. Trent Lewin says:

    Jones – hang in there. I feel your pain. Holes will be filled, but it takes time.

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Autumn

I walked through the falling leaves and tasted the crisp fog and the maple air I ran my fingers over frost stone over spider rope over field lace and sky I did not miss you. I twisted braids of dough … Continue reading

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