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“Life is for the living.
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death a note unsaid.”
~ Langston Hughes

N E V U S

“Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lost
memories? Then are we not each dreamers of tomorrow and yesterday, since dreams
play when time is askew? Are we not all adrift in the constant sea of trial and when all is done, do we not all yearn for ships to carry us home?”
~ Nathan Reese Maher

W R I S T S

A million words were not enough to pick up and carry sorrow to the end of its sentences A million songs were not enough to restore hope to the height of its crescendos

L U P I . S P U M A

My husband once owned a trucking company, and within six months, half of his drivers quit. He was so distraught about it that he let the business go at the end of that same year. He’d had the company for forty years, and I’d only heard his account of what happened because he’d let it…

A N E M O I

“How did Nathan die?” Mom had been sleeping soundly and was awoken by that question asked by her daughter.  Her eyes fluttered open taking a moment to focus on her daughter’s unkempt hair and eyes still full of sleep because she’d just awoken too.