Thanks. But hey, which stanza didn't agree with you and why?

Well minus the predictability of your bud razorgirl simply wanting to be on the opposite side of my viewpoint and going with the i-swear-it-is-a-word girl, this argument is pretty much a no brainier. Limonade, do you Newfies say "eh" a lot?

The second stanza. Try to replace all those "alone"s. with god only knows what. I lose your voice there. You're such a clever girl, am sure you can come up with something. Or even 'alone, alone, alone/I. He. We.' I don't know, just the tone is so educated and then that central part seems less than.

This time, I agree with both of you. There is no topic in a poet's experience that he should not try to tackle. A poet writes both for society and for himself, and in writing a piece that allows others to experience his grief, he gains a better handle on it himself. I would even go so far as to say that poets should try to write about things that they haven't experienced, as an exercise in empathy and perspective. It is impossible to be too close to the content of a piece you are writing - when you are writing, even if what you are saying is factually wrong, you are exposing a part of yourself, which in a very superficial way, is what poetry is all about.

Well not really understand the grief, but more work through it. In my experience grief is a very effective mind alterer. I don't wish for grief, but I don't run away from it. Kind of like being told you have cancer, or your pregnant. Everything comes into focus. Only grief is a telescope looking at 1,000 of varying distances. It forces me to focus on each aspect individually, instead of as a whole. That takes time. I love these poems.

Ultimately aren't you writing these poems for yourself? I believe an artist has his duty to the public, but he also has a duty to himself. Sustaining the grief in order to understand it, thus becoming a better artist and person, hopefully. I never thought of these haikus as being about cancer. They are cancer. The cancer of grief.

that's actually a pretty amusing comeback.

I've been told to tell the world, me and Freddy were never in a relationship that was just my wildest dreams. Fantastic he would have been but i'll never know

yeah..what shimmer's through unfortunately is "truth" with an interesting twist called 'metaphor reversals' by accepting the dark you find the light...the white mans time will come..just watch africa go. whitey will be growing and pulling cotton and floating face first through thee rapids of his own undoings in no tima at all in fact it's already happening..i meant no offense..towards you and your wife, and happen to bed quite knowledgable when it comes to the total history of migrating nomadic tribes from all ages and continents...hence. my background in anthropology and history.

there. thanks. everyones points have been made.

only if i can wear it with you. and speak chinese with my left hand. how are you these days?

you need a good glory hole, is what you need.

In Barcelona, you can pay to watch two lovely people perform live on stage for you. It is quite a beautiful sort of thing. And stunningly arousing. I had to hurry back to the hotel room. Good thing it was only next door. Ice cream at a truck stop tastes different than ice cream from a store, so it will not do.