A River In Each Hand - Richard Tyler This poem was written for #DyingMatters week    You learn early not to let it show. There is a face for the corridor, a voice that stays level even when the room has just emptied of someone who will not return.   You were...

No Flowers - Richard Tyler This poem was written for #DyingMatters week    There is a grief no one brings flowers for. The grief of still being here, in a body that no longer answers to its old name.   You were not taken. You were translated into a language...