I gifted myself time to sit and reflect on the sublime short form poems in Reid Hepworth’s debut collection. Through haiku, haibun, and tanka, Hepworth deftly reveals grief’s universality. I found myself letting go and relating each piece to my life stories. We each wake in one or more stages of grief, and _loss is a river_ connects us deeply to those feelings, a process I found quite moving. Highly recommended.
Here’s one that resonated with me:
withdrawing
from the noise
of life
you journey
to a quiet place inside