If poems are meant to share experience, and create shared events, reading's a unification that can be similar to loss: an experience for everyone.
This is a chapbook of twenty-five poems on loss, gathering of what isn't gone, and what's changed.
We are never alone in any event, is a reminder in the title poem, that the death of an entity--individual, an era, status, art, mechanism, monument, or rite--is also an opening.
This is the 2nd edition of this chapbook, revisited and recreated in the aftermath of the abrupt shutting of a small press.
In Returning, Deutsch writes, I've wasted the last four years.
Bees escape plants without flowers.
| Loss | An experience for everyone |
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