Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference in your tone. […]
Deepest Remains by Lexi Rudnitsky
What stays with you latest and deepest? Of curious panics Of hard-fought engagements or sieges tremendous what deepest remains? —Walt Whitman 1. In my early years I spoke in many languages. Then I grew quiet. (This is not an obituary.) Some of my dreams faded, if they could count as dreams. I was a good […]