a son’s silence is
weighing on her
first day of winter
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Elmedin Kadric
Elmedin Kadric was born in Novi Pazar, Serbia, but writes out of Helsingborg, Sweden. A student of both longer and shorter forms of poetry, and an avid observer of everything else.
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such silent days
stepping into this new year
our icicles drip
__ I thank you, Elmedin: showing this silence of memory… in all of our hearts. Here, I see icicles as a collection of care-drops, not discomfort, and each drop can help build a new ease _m
such silent days
stepping into this new year
our icicles drip
__ I thank you, Elmedin: showing this silence of memory… in all of our hearts. Here, I see icicles as a collection of care-drops, not discomfort, and each drop can help build a new ease _m