A Study of Grief
You, and Your Fried Egg Sandwiches
Chemotherapy and eventually Morphine but mostly, just Paracetamols
The End of Another Day
Before It All Got Worse
I Wish We'd Played Last Christmas
Nine for Every One of Us
The Preferred Language
The Void of Your Death is Painfully Filling
Weeks Turn to Months, and Then to Years...
Could We Recognise Our Grief?
I'll Never Not Miss You
What Is Grief?
I Don't Know How to Miss You
Ten Years
Charles Herbert Williamson
Hamstead Heath in January
Fallen (LDH)
