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BETTER TO HAVE LOVED AND LOST, THAN...
There is no arrangement of tenderness that guarantees tenderness in return. No fluency so perfect that nobody can choose not to hear you.
by bryson
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Selected writing across forms, gathered in one place.
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25 works
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BETTER TO HAVE LOVED AND LOST, THAN...
A poem about the languages of care, the cost of tenderness, and a promise that must keep learning how to be kept.
Quantities Misunderstood
A poem about distance, emotional abundance, and the relief of being given enough space to remain whole.
There’s a Freight Train in the Attic
Survival gives way to motion as fire, steam, weather, and a long-silent self gather into an engine.
There’s a Hurricane in the Basement
A buried self returns, and forgotten freedom begins gathering again like weather.
What answers back
A portrait of closeness with friction, contradiction, noise, and a pulse.
Fire Beneath the Floorboards
Rage survives by changing its appetite—from ruin into building, soil, and room.
STILL TENDER STILL LEARNING ALREADY MENDING
Healing remakes the rooms slowly, leaving tenderness intact while a life learns its own shape.
Still Warm, Still Ours, Already Gone
An all-night burial for a love that remains warm even as it is laid down.
already here already mine
A life once shaped by absence becomes fully inhabited without argument or proof.
Too Late Is a Country
The sorrow of receiving everything once asked for only after surviving the need for it.
The Day the River Turned
A friendship becomes love after courage arrives late, leaving gratitude and ache on opposite banks.
The Distance From Before
On irreversibility, shame, and becoming someone who can continue beyond the life before.
The House That Counts in Flowers
A house measures passing time in weekly bouquets and the beauty of what is allowed to change.
The physics of a falling piano
On the moment endurance stops being mistaken for devotion.
HANDS DOWN
On putting down the weight of a one-sided connection and seeing what remains.
Over the Edge and Back Again
On wreckage, return, and the work of building beside what cannot be stopped.
MY LOVE FLOODS
On love as pressure, weather, revelation, and refusal of containment.
no ceremony
On the ordinary disguises worn by final moments.
The Version They Keep
On remorse, memory, and the long work of becoming better.
Weather patterns
On mistaking steadiness for restraint and chaos for honesty.
Call Me Difficult Then
On refusing scraps, almosts, and the life made smaller for someone else’s comfort.
The Remainder Is Light
A study in fracture, wholeness, and the architecture of peace.
WHERE IT COMES FROM
On the indivisibility of care, anger, grief, and refusal.
Borrowed Magic
On returning home to a life that does not need escaping.
From where the garden grows
On rage, cultivation, and what survives transformation.
“The archive is seasoning, not the meal.”
The writing moves between fiction, essays, poetry, and prose without asking every piece to resolve the same way. Form follows the work; atmosphere never replaces emotional truth.
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