loss
sometimes demands to be recognised
wallowed bathed submerged in
indulged
Felt
A friend of a friend described it as the "dark luxury"
Here are some luxuries so dark and rich and beautiful and bitter that I need to share them.
It may be self-indulgent, but thats partly the point.
A poetry blog started in a time of crisis, pain and loss (thats when the poetry flows!). Restarted now in the context of chronic disease. Life, eh?!
Sunday, October 07, 2007
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