Hunter Writers Centre

Grieve Volume 6 Hunter Writers Centre

On the river whose far bank is unknowablethere's a boat with your name on it. The water birds stand on one leg and shiver their wings. The blank-eyed fish kiss the tide's underbelly. The horses lower their muzzles to drink. Nothing lasts, not horses or mothers. Meanwhile, the wind runs across the fields, the wind runs across the fields.- from Not Horses, or Mothers by Lisa JacobsonLoss of a parent, a child, a job, a house, a pet and much more. Over 100 stories and poems about grief and loss in this 6th volume of the Grieve project