At the center of this book are my mom’s illness and death—a process of loss that made me easily distracted. I couldn’t write or read, so I stuck to what I thought of as easy television—cooking shows, predictable dramas. But even those became lenses for my grief, so when I started writing again, an ekphrastic TV poem found its way into what I was doing. And then I wrote a second one.
Sending love for the waiting days!!
As always love the ideas at the end for problem solving and idea generation!