Grief Is the Throne We All Sit On

The sound of snow in trees makes silence,
makes the poem in my pocket
sing through the holes,
the loose change of angels,
all those fallen lights
into the world we came
in on sound, the stranger cadence.
of wave, and drum.
And our inner work is to never stop
hearing ourselves for the rest of our lives
when everything conspires
to drown the silence of us out.

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Anne Walsh

Anne Walsh is a Poet and a Story Writer.
She’s been shortlisted for the Newcastle Poetry Prize twice and for the ACU Prize for Literature.
Her first book of poems, I Love Like a Drunk Does, was published by Ginninderra Press (2009, Australia).
Her work has also been published in the U.S., including a short story, The Rickman Digression, by Glimmer Train. Her second book of poems, Intact, was published in January 2017 by Flying Island Books.