In These Small Hours

By H. Newberry

Amassed over a two year period, "In These Small Hours" is a collection of poetry and prose written during the author's journey through devastating life changes and loss. Worked mainly during the darkest hours of the night they represent her struggle to accept, embrace and emerge reborn on the other side.

• Language: English
• Publisher: H. Newberry
• Release date: Feb 9, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310798931

H. Newberry

H. Newberry is a writer living in the American Midwest. Though she has been writing since her early teens, with the exception of occasional "Letters to the Editor" and a few locally printed articles, she is new to publishing. Working on seven novels simultaneously, she lives with five cats, two dogs, a room-mate and her husband of 32 years.

Book preview

The First Step

Moonwebs

Shipwrecked

Who Am I?

Modern Promethia

Love is Blue

Shards of Glass

The Comedy of Gestures

i miss you

The Loudest Sounds in the World

Ghosts

Confessions

Bullet Park

For Every Sin

Decay of the Angel

Modern Love

Out the Window

Quietness

To My Traitor’s Heart

My World

The Quiet Flows

The Struggle to Understand

The Optimist’s Daughter

Paladin

How to Change the World

Merry Christmas, Beth

Still Life

When...

Beside Me

Sighting

The Golden Porch

The Age of Iron

The Making of Maps

Real

Eve’s Song

Prefecture

Beauty Marks

Wounds

Scars

Flawless

Sunday Morning Coffee with Paul

Runaway Horses

Someday

Last Tales

It’s Been a Long Journey

Endnotes

About the Author

Contact

The First Step

A is gulf forming.

I can feel it.

This distance made

Of so much more than miles.

I am sorry for that.

I guess it was inevitable.

This space between us in which

A fondness begins to creep

Tinged with grief,

And a sweet melancholy mingled with regret.

In time everything will change.

Not the distance.

That will only grow.

You are becoming a memory

Even as you stand before me.

Feelings surrounding you in my mind

Will surface and I will smile.

My heart will cradle them with tender affection,

And I will remember how your shadow crossed my soul

And took my breath away.

But for now it holds a sting.

My spirit stutters when I feel the bite.

Even as my arms open to let you go

The pain begs me to call you back.

But I love you beyond this place.

So I’ll stand here

while the hues around me fade

and watch as your steps carry