A bird broke on the windowpane—thud, feather-flutter, hush.
The glass hummed, the air held still,
thick with the sound of nothing.

His mother, hands white from wringing,
spoke low, spoke slow, spoke the hush.

—No more, she said, only that.
No more.

And the words, weighty, tumbled down the spine,
nesting deep where night-thoughts grow.
The trees outside—were they always so thin?
The light, pale and cruel as an old priest’s whisper,
smelled of dust and something deeper.

He thought of the dog, the old one,
stiff-legged, bone-buried under the yew tree,
deep in the hush of the never-again.

No more.

The words cracked, split, spilled open—
and behind them—
nothing.

Selected byRaymond Huffman
Grady VanWright

Grady VanWright is a poet, author, and playwright based in Houston, Texas. His work explores introspection, independence, and the surreal edges of the human condition, often merging stream-of-consciousness with restrained surrealism. He has been published in Washington Square Review (2025), The McNeese Review, Oddball Magazine, Blood+Honey, Querencia Press, The Genre Society, The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, Sheila-Na-Gig, and other literary journals. He is a member of The Authors Guild and The Poetry Society of New York.