Done, 2021, a visual poem on newsprint crossword—created by moi at the end of the year. I’ve been depriving myself of color for a long time. Here’s a new start to occasional color. Happy New Year!
CW SUICIDE | Once a sonnet, once a not-sonnet, longer and in Entropy in a haibun, now reduced to this. Included is a photo of Millais’ Ophelia, which in its original form was too festively colored to convey the tragedy, imho. I started writing this in my head and with my camera in 2017 . . . With Max’s help. I hate it when artists romanticize suicide, and this wasn’t my intention in writing this. It’s more a poetic recording of an event and conversation. A distancing container.