ENDING. GRIEF. BLESSING

Poem (untitled) by Jan Richardson Somewhere the sun has comecrashing down. Look, the world is always ending somewhere. Somewhere it has gonecompletely dark. Somewhere it has endedwith the gun, the knife, the fist. Somewhere it has endedwith the slammed door, the shattered hope. Somewhere it has endedwith the utter quiet that follows the news from the phone,  […]