Category: Loss Series

They drop, they die as they disconnect from their source Falling they gather, collected by the wind, providing fun and play on the cool morning commute to school Rains come, winds come, and scatter The once playful becomes slippery sludge that stains and marks the pathways with tannins, ugly, dark The sludge clears though marks…

It’s easier to watch than be in the whirl and swirl and grave confusion Easier to view it like it’s some kind of documentary that invites comment I have been a sofa dweller on a weird version of gogglebox I am in the show and watching the show Commentary and feelings about the show spoken,…

Looking at loss it always felt far away like it belonged to another so I decided this meant I simply wasn’t bothered.Now I wonder if it was simply that it felt like, seemed like, nothing at all belonged to me.Was I even a valid entity?Tossed about on the waves of other people’s choices, people I…