Poetry
Why?
By: Kathy Gardner it is hard to answer grief. ‘how are you doing? can I bring you anything? are you hanging in there?” they seem like such gentle and hollow questions, when pitted against a mother’s horror– my daughter is less than a mile away but I will never smell her milky breath at 3…
Read MoreGoodnight Sweetheart, Goodnight
By: Kathy Gardner he’s breathing so softly so deeply so gently or is that me? the space between us has dissolved and i can’t tell if he’s taking my air or if i’m taking his we rest next to each other and sigh into the night, each comforting the other knowingly and unknowingly it is…
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