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
Author: Irene Gentle
Published work and random snippets, the art and chaos of being alive.
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
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Conversation about writing with The Hooghly Review
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That stupid song
Happy to see this out in the world, thank you, @publishedbyjake
Opening
From the shadows comes the light
