Every human being has his own sense of vacancy, his own sense of loss. My "stump" (and it took me two years to even type that word) is just a tiny symbol of inadequacy and dread, one which we all share, no matter its brand. When one person comes clean in terms of candor, the door is opened for others to follow. A poet who fails to take emotional risk is limited to trite summary and speculation. Individual grief is the clay of human acceptance, it has to be, or we learn nothing from our suffering.
Janet Buck, poet
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