grief – The Art of Trying to Write

In this short Life that only lasts an hour

By Emily Dickinson In this short Life that only lasts an hourHow much – how little – is within our power Thank you for reading.

The Song of Grief

I was woken by the notes of grief that echoed from the room below. With half my consciousness still in sleep, I imagined that this was still part of my dream, that the song was connected to my subconscious, and not a part of the scene that unfolded beneath me. The notes got louder andContinue reading “The Song of Grief”