Archive - The World We Are

An ekphrasis of my seven-year-old's art.

Jan 21 • Margaret Ann Silver

I miss you when you are missing

For my oldest daughter. (I've overthought this title and now the word "missing" has absolutely no meaning and sounds like crazy gibberish.)

Jan 20 • Margaret Ann Silver

I woke up from a nap with this poem on my mind. Sometimes, that's all it takes to press "post."

Jan 17 • Margaret Ann Silver

The first time she cried for joy

For my middle daughter.

Jan 14 • Margaret Ann Silver

It’s too much like a flood, this grief

How do we bear it?

Jan 13 • Margaret Ann Silver

I wrote the bulk of this poem when I was about 41. I'm now 48. Despite HRT and tests and ultrasounds, my period is worse each month. Welcome to my…

Jan 11 • Margaret Ann Silver

Three figures in dim light

I’m trying to catch up on Substack now that winter break is over, including a third ekphrastic challenge by Melanie Bettinelli of “Singing, each to…

Jan 9 • Margaret Ann Silver

Grief, New Year's Eve

When you are sad, everything can seem like a sign.

Jan 8 • Margaret Ann Silver

I don't really know where I'm going with this poem. But let's go there anyway.

Jan 5 • Margaret Ann Silver

I map my life with movies

A repost/revision for today. Happy New Year, friends.

Jan 1 • Margaret Ann Silver

December 2025

Grief, Christmas Eve

A repost/revision/remembering for today.

Dec 26, 2025 • Margaret Ann Silver

Gingerbread houses

Too sentimental and on the nose? Absolutely. But that's okay.

Dec 24, 2025 • Margaret Ann Silver

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