After the Rain
The storm has passed, yet droplets remain— Beaufort
On windowpanes like tears unshed
Each one a memory, crystal clear
Of love that lingers, never dead.
Beaufort & Goldworthy
Exploring the landscapes of grief
After experiencing several deep-cut losses, we decided to write about it. One damp October, we sat down and wrote our hearts out. The result was two books, mirroring each other and talking about our unique journeys.
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Two Voices, One Heart
We walk the same path, side by side— Beaufort & Goldworthy
Yet feel the weight in different ways
Your grief is morning mist, mine evening tide
Together through these sorrowful days.
Winter Threshold
The cold came in before I shut the door— Goldworthy
And stayed, the way that sorrow tends to stay
I learned to set a place for it at table
And call it by its name at end of day.
Our Journey
After experiencing several deep-cut losses, we sat down one damp October and wrote our hearts out. What emerged were two books — mirroring each other, answering each other — as we mapped our own separate paths through grief.
We are siblings, and we have always processed the world differently. In poetry, those differences became a gift.
