Category: Brenna Twohy

Someday I hope to raise a family in a place you could not mistake for any home I’ve ever been in.

Believe me, I know about the word empty and the many meanings it can bear.

Believe me, I know about the word empty and the many meanings it can bear.

Blessed be those who have left me undone and reaching.

A cage of gentle hands is still a cage, and I know this now.

Someday I hope to raise a family in a place you could not mistake for any home I’ve ever been in.

Someday I hope to raise a family in a place you could not mistake for any home I’ve ever been in.

A cage of gentle hands is still a cage, and I know this now.

I tell her, grief is not a feeling but a neighborhood. This is where I come from. Everyone I love still lives there.

A person who used to be me wrote a poem that same morning, & now I do not understand the words.