“When someone you love dies, you get a big bowl of sadness put down in front of you, steaming hot. You can start eating now, or you can let it cool and eat it bit by bit later one. Either way, you end up eating the whole thing. There's really no way around it.”
Ralph Fletcher, Fig Pudding“Springtimeand I wish I knew you”
Ralph Fletcher, Room Enough For Love: The Complete Poems From I Am Wings And Buried Alive