The poet contemplates the death of a stranger.
Jinku stays by her dying mother’s side nine weeks, then finds a stack of journals written in her mother’ native tongue, a language in which she only ever heard her mother speak two words.
In the form of a letter, the writer explores and questions the way he responded and reacted to a fatal accident.
“She politely declines, preferring to spend her days in the soft sunlight, arranging the weary roses…” Inspired by the poem by Sylvia Plath.
A young filmmaker tells the story of his struggle to cope with death, remarriage, and, above all things, love.
Brushing fifteen years of dust off a piano the narrator’s mother used to play.
Learning to fear not just his own mortality, but that of loved ones. Written for the poet’s 96-year-old grandmother.
Specific memories—all these insignificants—conjure up deep emotions.
Memories of the poet’s grandfather, with no clichés.
Dealing with the death of a close friend, which was no accident.