A tear. Then tears. Then nothing. Then tears. This is how people grieve when they’re alone. It might last for a day, month, or many years. Feelings might be hidden or slightly shown. They cry even for ...
The idea for my book, The Last Poem, started while I was listening. At an event hosted for me in New York, people had gathered for a casual afternoon, less sit-down, more mingle. Small clusters of ...
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