• Grief/Rebirth

    Sometimes, you crash into a concrete slab.
    Going 200 m.p.h.
    Facing a hellfire with no exit.
    That’s the nature of grief.

    Sometimes, an imaginary rat
    gnaws your leg.
    Constantly, every day.
    Till y continue Reading…

    A Poem by Robert J. Mack

  • For Everyone

    I can’t just suddenly tell you
    what I should be telling you,
    friend, forgive me; you know
    that although you don’t hear my words,
    I wasn’t asleep or i continue Reading…

    A Poem by Pablo Neruda

  • For Grief

    When you lose someone you love,
    Your life becomes strange,
    The ground beneath you gets fragile,
    Your thoughts make your eyes unsure;
    And some dead echo
    drags your continue Reading…

    A Poem by John O’Donohue

  • Legacy

    I leave you this space
    Which I have occupied
    Temporarily,
    Now clean as a vacuum
    To hold short sorrow
    And brief remembering.
    There are no shards,
    No continue Reading…

    A Poem by John Dobbs (Sr.)

  • Heavy

    That time
    I thought I could not
    go any closer to grief
    without dying
    I went closer,
    and I did not die.
    Surely God
    had His hand in this,
    continue Reading…

    A Poem by Mary Oliver

  • Pain Of Birth

    In still darkness; the quiet hidden place, 
    far from revealing light or probing gaze,
    the song begins again.
    “As it was in the beginning, Is now and ever shall be…”
    Y continue Reading…

    A Poem by Annie Hammond

  • Prayer

    Hold on to what is good
    Even if it’s a handful of earth.
    Hold on to what you believe
    Even if it’s a tree that stands by itself.
    Hold on to what you must do
    Even if it’s continue Reading…

    A Traditional Poem of Uncertain Origin

  • The Thing Is

    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 continue Reading…

    A Poem by Ellen Bass

  • Grief

    When grief comes to you as a purple gorilla
    you must count yourself lucky.
    You must offer her what’s left
    of your dinner, the book you were trying to finish
    you must put aside, continue Reading…

    A Poem by Matthew Dickman