It’s not in anything said.
Not in a tilt of your head
or a particular tone of voice.
It’s in the almost imperceptible.
The way you get into bed at night,
carefully.
The way you ask if I want anything,
politely.
You’ve stopped reprimanding me
for biting my nails
and asking who was on the telephone.
Silences are suddenly
uncomfortable.
The ease is gone. As will you be,
soon.
The moment someone leaves you
they have left you
long before.
Always be a poet. Even in prose.
— Charles Baudelaire.
In essence I am a storyteller who writes poems. Put simply, I write the poems I want to read.[…]
Nothing Gold Can Stay: A Mother
and Father Remembered.
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A sequence of my poems has been published in a hardcover book entitled The Music of Leaving Poems by Tricia McCallum
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