I have pulled so many
petals the soil asked me
not to touch
loss always gives back
loss always keeps our hands full.
The Grief We’re Given by William Bortz
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I have pulled so many
petals the soil asked me
not to touch
loss always gives back
loss always keeps our hands full.
The Grief We’re Given by William Bortz
William Bortz, from Many Small Hungerings
“i would like to think that there will be a day when i think less about endings & more about beginnings”
— william bortz
“When a name becomes past tense only the wind can carry it and we spend an entire lifetime grasping onto that wind.”
–William Bortz, Many Small Hungerings
John Kitching’s ‘A Dangerous Idea’
–William Bortz, from Many Small Hungerings
I have a bad habit of not considering the gift of new beginnings
what is a memory but two currents pulling away from another yes, i am here but i am also every place i have held someone that i love
william bortz
“i would like to think that there will be a day when i think less about endings & more about beginnings”
— william bortz
the color of becoming the hue of laughter drape me in sunbeams call me by my good name say what i am is growing watch the flowers bloom as i walk by
william bortz
YOU ARE MY HOME. Mar García Otamendi Tinta y lápices de color sobre papel 13 x 19.5 cm
“I was so lost and so unsure of where home was until I found my reasons and my comfort inside of your chest”
Fragmento del poema “landscapes” de William Bortz en su libro Shards https://www.instagram.com/p/CZgH7EPs_xy/?utm_medium=tumblr
Anxiety isn't so much the feeling of being lost at sea, but believing you have to fit the whole thing in your stomach.
William Bortz
growth means i turn yesterday's ache into laughter. it means pain doesn't bloom into something vibrant if you don't water it
william bortz
how do we grieve something we never had
but longed for to the point of suffering
- William Bortz, Lament, 2AM
Poet's Corner: The Grief We're Given Poems by William Bortz #Book Review #ShortTakes
Stock Photo The Grief We’re Given Poems, by William Bortz is a book of poetry published in 2021 in the midst of the Covid pandemic. The author is a poet and editor from Iowa, and has written several well regarded books of poetry, and published many poems in any number of periodicals. As the title suggests, this collection focuses on grief, loss, nostalgia, unexpected change, the great…
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Based on a poem from Many Small Hungerings by William Bortz
to hold the people you love is magic. it is in this way we fit an eternity into the pinprick of our lives.
william bortz
what is a memory but two currents
pulling away from another
yes, I am here but I am also
every place I have held someone
that I love
Currents by William Bortz