nsaid by Dana Gioia
So much of what we live goes on inside –
The diaries of grief, the tongue-tied aches
Of unacknowledged love are no less real
For having passed unsaid. What we conceal
Is always more than what we dare confide.
Think of the letters that we write our dead. Art by John Brack
Recommended listening: Fair - Remy Zero On the Sunny Side of the Street - Louis Armstrong
Links of the Day: The Simile Museum The Art of Listening
Painters and Poets