The loss of my father opened the earth under my feet. I fell in, but in falling, my mind began to take wing. The poems in this section are about his presence, fading, and absence.
There’s a secret to everything
writing off a cliff
The loss of my father opened the earth under my feet. I fell in, but in falling, my mind began to take wing. The poems in this section are about his presence, fading, and absence.
There’s a secret to everything
Viki Peitchev 