What we asked for

RIP Jack McCarthy-

If there was ever a poet who carried themselves with more class and grace, I never met them. You were the change you wanted to see in the world. Thank you. Peace and light on your journey. We will wrap your tightly knitted words around us like scarves on a snowy day.


Jack McCarthy: May 23, 1939 - January 17, 2013

"It hurts
when love dies.
When love is deep,
it hurts deeply—
more deeply maybe than you thought
anything would ever hurt
again.

But with time,
the spaces between the moments when it hurts
get longer,
the moments themselves become
less devastating,
till eventually you come to associate them
with a sad sweetness
that has as much in common
with love
as it does with grief.

I wish you long
spaces in between,
and may you carry into them
all of that sweetness,
and only enough sadness to attest
the risk that’s being taken
by everyone who loves you. "

from “The Spaces Between” by Jack McCarthy —


And until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)