After my father diedI should have gone to therapy.I tried instead to solve my griefwith alcohol and poems.Now I am almost 40and all I can tell you about griefis that when I found my fatheron the floor of the machine shedthe radio was on and windpushed against corrugated metal.Of course I still hear it.I should have talkedto someone before nowand not you. Poetry is not talking.This is just artand therefore could nevercover my ears when I, suddenly,am back in the shedand I learn again that my fatherhas died every daysince he died.
Do You Consider Writing to be Therapeutic?
Andrew Grace
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Winter 2019
Hattiesburg, Mississippi
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