It is the thing you never expected.
Didn’t think to guard against.
Mail drops in through the slot a full year after
with his name on it.
It hits the ground with a gotcha. The one bullet remaining.
The one gaping mouth you forgot to shut.
Grief slipping in seamlessly through the front door
when you had worked so hard to seal up every crack.
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.[…]
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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