Daily Archives: November 16, 2012

The tongue of pain

It is the wound which has the loudest voice, the tongue of pain which stumbles on our fears, and wraps around the hurt of hidden days, to speak of things we have not fully grieved. The words which will escape … Continue reading

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Through small remembered rooms I searched, for what the child called home, in distant days and darkened nights; lost houses where we lived. As strange became familiar, as cool walls warmed and stretched, to hold the grimy handprints, of children … Continue reading

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