Through all our grief and sadness, we hadn’t yet learned to be without hope. Clearly that was necessary.

What’s really being said is what’s been left unsaid.

 In your selfie face I see only pain.

The wind, always present, but only its effects visible.

Other people presented an unflattering mirror.

This found bit of scrap metal is better than this tossed-off sketch, which is better than this elaborate story.

Because their abject suffering represented an affront to the fragile belief systems of those around them, they were held responsible for their own misfortune.

You learn something new every day. And yet you never learn it.

Life happened; he never knew what hit him.