to love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it and everything you’ve held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of it. When grief sits with you, its
Poetry Ptuesday: The Morning after I Killed Myself by Meggie Royer
The morning after I killed myself, I woke up. I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice
Poetry Ptuesday: Hurry by Marie Howe
“Honey I’m sorry I keep saying Hurry–”
Poetry Ptuesday – Sculptor of Tyana by Cavafy (Translated by Rae Dalven)
“They must be made so light that / their bodies, their feet, must clearly show / they do not tread the earth, but run on the sea.
Poetry Ptuesday – Instead of Killing Yourself by Derrick C. Brown
“Instead of killing yourself / wait until / a year from now”