I especially love the little stanzas which block out the feeling language in tiny stacks of poetry, which flows in and out like a frame around the prose. “adjacent. on fire. still holding.”
Why. Why are grief and loss often the clearest windows of our desire(s). The heart keeps ovulating its hope (thank you @the biological imagination). Why.
leaving, always leaving.
not just leaving, making you watch, pulling you along and preparing her for how he'll leave her. leave these dreams. 🖤〰️
“what else do you do at 2am except make your heartbreak grammatically correct?” - point made. The hand in a dark - ungloved evidence. Adore!!!
Thank you MoTy🖤🖤🖤
Erin this is so so beautiful
Thank you Lotte❤️
“Another night I’m sick, the kind of sick where bones feel embarrassed to be bones. You’re driving too fast, blue truck, blue lights”
This was a really beautiful read.
Thank you for reading it…sigh, a beautiful life.
The is an amazing piece of writing. Thank you for being here and for sharing your work. Judi
Thank you for reading Judy!
I especially love the little stanzas which block out the feeling language in tiny stacks of poetry, which flows in and out like a frame around the prose. “adjacent. on fire. still holding.”
Thanks again, Judi
Heartbreaking. Sending peace, Erin. 🤍🤍
You brought us with you into your dreams. Behind the beautiful imagery and metaphorical narratives, the reality of it all makes the soul ache.
I’m glad you all can come along❤️
Truly beautifully written, Erin!
💛💛
You transcribe dreamscapes so beautifully, a joy to read, even through the heartbreak 🖤
Suzie thank you ❤️
“what else do you do at 2am except make your heartbreak grammatically correct?” - yeah.
Yeah❤️
This was incredibly beautiful and heartbreaking it really dug down into my heart
Thanks Olly✨✨
Erin, this is beautiful in a dark, tragic, and Scorsese kind of way.
Mmmm, yes! He used to say our relationship was a series of “Scorsese long-shots”❤️
This is so good I keep re-reading. Tangible imagery. Heartbreak in its most beautiful form.
Thank you Melanie❤️
Why. Why are grief and loss often the clearest windows of our desire(s). The heart keeps ovulating its hope (thank you @the biological imagination). Why.
Why indeed. On our next installment…
What a beautiful piece!
Thank you 🖤
marvelous ebev. and still.