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Sometimes, It Isn’t Much

Richard LeDue·August 15, 2022

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Sometimes, It Isn’t Much

written by: Richard LeDue

@LedueRichard

Don’t hug me and tell me it’s alright-
he’s still gone:
our last words to each other
his whispered goodbye
because the cancer clipped his voice,
and my farewell spoken softly
as someone trying to stay calm
during a crash landing.

Don’t hug me and tell me it’s alright-
all that does
is remind me how words are
like a Rorschach test,
where I see butterflies
without knowing if that’s the right answer,
but telling myself it must be.

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Richard LeDue (he/him) lives in Norway House, Manitoba, Canada. He has been published both online and in print. He is the author of seven books of poetry. His latest book, “Everyday Failure,” was released from Alien Buddha Press in October 2022.

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Lauren Scott writes poetry and memoir and enjoys the challenge of trying other genres. She has authored two collections of poetry: New Day, New Dreams and Finding a Balance. In 2021, she released her memoir, More than Coffee. She is a contributing author in the anthology, Poetry Treasures 2: Relationships, as well as in the upcoming anthology, This is How We Grow. Her fourth book, Ever So Gently, is a poetry collection to be published in June. She recently finished her first children's book and works with her illustrator with plans to release it this year. She lives in California with her husband, Matt, and their lab, Copper. They have two adult children residing on the east coast. Lauren's writing inspiration comes from her love of family, spending time outdoors, and finding joy in the simple things.

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