grief

thousands of contemporary prayers whispered and embedded into my thoughts / you plague my vision, my memory / I am all I have left of you

my head is exploding / and the world reverberates with static / I am an old abandoned tv that / no one remembered to switch off

The rain will stop in two hours — and when it stops, the city will wake up to a sunny sky, clueless about the wet melancholy of the night.

When time warped in on itself and I stepped into another dimension, I didn’t anticipate the whiplash that demanded to be felt.

We never fully overcome a loss, but we evolve to accept that loss. My parents have significant others who are not each other, and I am happy for them.

Davies reserves a kind of reverence for poets and their unique cocktail of strife: being subject to the emotional toils of life on a heightened and excruciatingly public scale.

Samora Pinderhughes doesn’t want to just talk about structural violence. He wants to pave new avenues toward change.

We see the pain of fictional characters. We watch other characters grieve over the death as they go through feelings of denial, turmoil, sadness and anger.

I found myself struggling to hold back tears as I stared at the elderly woman, a person who should have been completely unfamiliar.

I was away from home for Día de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) for the first time. I honored one of the most important people in my life on this day.