
Poetry and Silence: Toward Creating a Healing Space
“It’s as if a poem creates the space in which silence can be experienced.” —Cliff Yates “I love poetry for numerous reasons, but one very

“It’s as if a poem creates the space in which silence can be experienced.” —Cliff Yates “I love poetry for numerous reasons, but one very

It’s the little things. The dumb, stupid, tiny things that rattle in my brain when I think about their absence. It’s my dad not texting

That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet. ~Emily Dickinson We thought we were going to lose Jimmy on a Friday

Grief is nothing but a painful waiting, a horrible patience. Grief cannot be torn down or scaled or overcome or outsmarted. It can only be

You know, it’s hard sometimes. It’s hard to realize that someone you love can just leave in a flash, much like how they came into

My dog Shorty is beautiful. Since my husband died, and Shorty came to live with me, our relationship has changed somehow. Profoundly. He was always

This Good Friday is all about death. This observation crosses my mind on this solemn holy day as I make the hour-long journey northward from

I didn’t know you before I lost you. Didn’t get to hold your little hand. Or see your first smile. But I think of you

Time for liquid meds – under tongue We also have medicine for if you are in pain We can make it yummy Iced tea to

Wes Patterson (1938-2010) I remember, two handsome men, both — over six feet tall. One was you, Honey. the other — your Hospice doctor. The