The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle

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  • Why, How, Reason?

    How do you write, why do you write; I was asked, and so with the weight of the room upon me and in a fragile breath I replied: Affective empathy,partial hyper empathy,I taste the salt of sorrow along with the sweet ache of absence,each word a single cord, becoming either a noose or a safety… Read more

  • easily astray

    I sit on the bed old memories playing like kids at recess yet, they are threadbare and unraveling, past voices and scenes of life weigh heavy as I search for the love they had In my mind, I see clearly my mother’s hands,calloused and soft,cradling the weight of my childhood,her laughter like sweet songs of… Read more