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Sophie Vickery

  • Narrative Poetry Re: Removed #8

    Fistly the sad and reflective tone hit me as a reader and made me want to read on so that i could find out the poem's story. The langueage and ...

    Nov 6, 2009
  • Dramatic Poetry Re: A Low Hung Sky

    A low hung sky The flames snarled at the twigs, and tore at the bark, but didn’t give enough light to see other faces. A forest of twigs and branches, ...

    Nov 6, 2009


Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.
— Jamie Anderson