The Orphanage for Words documents the unsaid, what is forgotten, spokenong ago, means nothing anymore. The bad, bad poetry of firstove. Old yellowingetters at the bottom of a trunk. Words that jam your hands on the steering wheelong after theights turn green.ies men tell women to get them into bed,ies women tell the men they cheat. An old man holding his wife's hand in dementia. The un-golden silence of silences. Poetic and haunting, these stories sum up the fleeting nature of emotions, about how deep they run for the time they do.