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February 19, 2014

Death is Unkind

Death is unkind

to the living.

It hollows us out,

leaves us stumbling,

pretending there is ground

under our feet. How

is it possible to be

a vacancy, yet so full

of grief?

for Sheryl Noethe

Poems

One response to “Death is Unkind”

Cathy

February 19, 2014 at 7:14 pm

Ah, it’s always good read your poems. I do hope you reclaimm your voice.

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Poems

Please do not assume that I am the speaker/ subject of my poems.

In these times of creative nonfiction and fictionalized memoirs, I think of the poem itself as true fiction: it is most likely not factual, but it must be true.

It is likely to be — it is best if it is — a truth I did not know before I wrote, and may not understand even then.

A poem is my way of discovering (dis-covering) what I feel; sometimes, what I think — but it is not necessarily biographical.

Death is Unkind

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