It started the day after I stepped off the plane in JFK. Twenty-four hours after my return to my home after twelve months away. It didn't waste anytime. It was Grieving. It surprised me like the black ice on Pennsylvania sidewalks. Step. Slip. Down. I had been with Grief before. We'd held hands, walked the rooms of my childhood home, hidden in towns far away from the damage, cried with our faces turned towards the bedroom wall, cried in public with no warning. This was New. My parents separated my senior … [Read more...] about Poetry of Grief (Scholar’s Compass)