No one warned me of this thirst. Your throat bulges like a baby bird, my chin is streaked red and there’s no one to feed us. https://www.roifaineantpress.com/post/because-we-don-t-know-how-to-lose-violet-by-eirene-gentle
Because we don’t know how to lose
Happy endings
Did you ache to bear sorrow for me? You should have taken it with you then. I never asked you to carry me, I break enough things. Just a place to crawl into, like the space between breaths. The luxury of quiet outside contusion. The tang of pine in the sound after thunder.
On grief
https://heroinchic.weebly.com/blog/grief-unpeopled-spaces-by-irene-gentle I read up on grief long before anyone close to me died. I wanted to prepare. Then they died and I was not prepared. I was lucky to live quite a while before death came knocking. When it did, it came in packs. My father-in-law, who I was close to. My dog. My brother.… Continue reading On grief
About writing, with The Hooghly Review
https://www.thehooghlyreview.com/nominations/2024/conversations-with-nominees/irene-gentle
That stupid song
Happy to see this out in the world, thank you, @publishedbyjake
Crash
He drives away again, always again. Me at the window, waving. Good girls wave at windows to show love. Words streak like tears, like ache, like why. Why does he go? Work, she says. To buy you shoes, she says, and complains he doesn’t give her enough to pay for them. Soon she’ll fade into… Continue reading Crash
The Ambassador
The Ambassador They recalled the ambassador last night.By the time it hit the news, he was gone.It’s still always a ‘he’ when it comes to ambassadors here. They don’t trust ‘shes’ yet. They don’t trust him either, now.The ambassador was recalled last night and has not been seen since.Probably a spy, someone says.Probably a poet:… Continue reading The Ambassador
Conversation about writing with The Hooghly Review
https://www.thehooghlyreview.com/nominations/2024/conversations-with-nominees/irene-gentle
Opening
From the shadows comes the light
