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there is room

On 09/01/2025 By n.1In griefLeave a comment

hand drawn vase put back together with the japanese art of kintsugi, with pieces missing. a kitten tail, paw, and two flowers are coming through the broken gaps. a handwritten poem underneath talking about the missing pieces but there being space for new things to grow. — broken, but gilded with gold

what father’s day feels like now

On 06/15/2025 By n.1In grief, poetry

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the war before breakfast

On 06/04/2025 By n.1In grief, poetryLeave a comment

a poem about the mental exhaustion of depression, comparing it to an unseen war fought before even getting out of bed. includes italicized intrusive thoughts and a sense of losing a battle no one else sees.

closing the door

On 06/04/202506/04/2025 By n.1In grief, poetryLeave a comment

a poem reflecting on grief through the physical remnants left behind by a father—an unburned log, a hat on a workbench, a humming garage radio. the speaker describes these details as quiet echoes of absence before acknowledging that they've finally turned off the lights, hung up the hat, and closed the door.

as you left it

On 05/31/202505/31/2025 By n.1In grief, photographyLeave a comment

An outdoor picture taken of tools that are frozen in time. The grass grows high around the tools.

it stayed. you didn’t.

tools frozen in time. waiting for you to come back and finish the tasks you started.

black hole

On 05/30/2025 By n.1In grief, poetryLeave a comment

a black-and-white poem titled “the black hole” written in lowercase text. the speaker describes feeling stuck in an emotional black hole that devours light, hope, and joy. despite trying to escape, they feel pulled back in, exhausted and tempted to give up. the poem ends with the admission that this time, the black hole wins. the poem is signed “n.1”.

ghost

On 05/30/2025 By n.1In grief, poetryLeave a comment

black text on a white background in a typewriter style font. a poem about fatigue from grief, not the physical fatigue, but a mental fatigue that only the writer can see.

my heart is waiting for you

On 05/29/2025 By n.1In grief, poetryLeave a comment

tattered and tired

On 05/29/2025 By n.1In grief, poetryLeave a comment

thief

On 05/29/2025 By n.1In grief, poetryLeave a comment

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