I loved reading this. The questions about death wax and wane. Just recently, it’s become “here’s what I think happens when we die” and that’s always interesting because it stretches my comfort zone.
Glad you guys have slipped under Covid. Hope that trend continues!
I feel like I’ve been surrounded by death these past few years. Coming and going to work and checking “the list” every morning became routine. Death is most certainly the most reliable, routine, certain thing that happens yet it’s clouded with so much mystery.
Beautifully expressed, as ever. (And: I love the photo of the poem, but also there's a Poetry block in Substack, which will preserve the formatting of poems! I think it's rather new)
I loved reading this. The questions about death wax and wane. Just recently, it’s become “here’s what I think happens when we die” and that’s always interesting because it stretches my comfort zone.
Glad you guys have slipped under Covid. Hope that trend continues!
I feel like I’ve been surrounded by death these past few years. Coming and going to work and checking “the list” every morning became routine. Death is most certainly the most reliable, routine, certain thing that happens yet it’s clouded with so much mystery.
Thank you for your beautiful words.
Beautifully expressed, as ever. (And: I love the photo of the poem, but also there's a Poetry block in Substack, which will preserve the formatting of poems! I think it's rather new)