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ZevHebrew roots & the feasts

For the person who has kept something unnamed for years because naming it would end it, this message goes after the refusal to name rather than the habit, and never once shames the reader.

1 John 1:911 min

I Have Never Given It a Name

Conversations That Never Happen

Eleven Months, and Everybody Stopped Asking

The One Thing I Was Good At

Seven in the Morning at the Big Shop

The Hill You Started Leaving Early For

You Did Not Weave the Net

Twenty Weeks and a Name on a Form

I Have Never Given It a Name

I Think He Is Making a Mistake

The Funeral I Watched on a Phone

The Report That Is Not Written Yet

The Side You Stopped Sleeping On

The Phone Face Up

The Same Hour Every Day

The Shift That Costs Me Money

Tolerated

I Cannot Promise Anybody a Thursday

The Version of Me That Serves

The Month That Will Not Do Both

She Called Me by Her Sister's Name

The Tiredness Nobody Can See

The Questions I Cannot Ask in a Church

The Phone Call That Has Not Come

Stopped Pending Review

What the Town Called Me at Nineteen

The Payslip I Have Not Shown Her

I Cannot Pray Any More, Only Complain

The Boiler Went in November

The Parcels I Do Not Open

I Have Not Cried Yet

The Only One Still Speaking to Everybody

The Van and the Part

Every Option Has a Disaster in It

The Birthday Cards I Stopped Writing

Four Times on the Front Door

Four Years and I Still Check

He Does Not Work Down a List

It Comes Out as Anger

The Packaging at the Bottom of the Bin

Nine Days of the Same Thing

Four Years and Nothing on the Scan

I Stopped Going Four Years Ago

Three Years and I Am Not Sure Why

I Am a Christian, Sort Of

The Easiest Question in the Room

Reading the Week for Signs

Waiting for the Next One

The Thing I Have Never Told Anybody

Eleven Times Deleted

The Bill Came Before the Grief Did

The Calls Have Got Shorter

The Road I Go Round

Grieving a Mother Who Is Alive

He Stopped, and He Has Not Said So

The Drawer I Do Not Open

The Man Who Says Grace

He Works Away and He Has Gone Quiet

Fifty-Eight, and Still Hearing Him

Three Days Out of Every Fortnight

Thirty Years, and No Word for It

I Do Not Pick Them Up Any More

The Guest Who Lives Here

The Sentence That Runs When I Am Alone

The Jobs I Did Not Apply For

I Have Never Asked Anybody for Anything

The Day the Farm Sold

Eleven Times in One Evening

The Question of the Cake

The Nodding

Three in the Morning, Jaw Already Set

Two Kinds of Counting

It Came Out in His Voice

The Van at Lunchtime

The Date on the Letter

My Body Did Not Get the News

The Heating or the Prescription

I Know All of It and Feel None of It

You Only Get to Say It Once

It Is Just How I Am