Conversations with Grief, by Jordan Bomse

Poetry, chapbook, 16 pages, from Bottlecap Features. Grief is the act of love we give to someone who died. Grief isn’t linear, nor will it ever be, two things I’ve known the majority of life. I’ve experienced far more grief than most in my life. More than most I’ve met. I moved through grief differently after a while. Using it to help myself and others as well. I hadn’t been so sure of anything for a while. People were dropping like flies. I’d not been able to grieve one person before losing someone else. It had taken a toll on me. The sad song that’s been my life has been losing several people every year the majority of my life, the cause of death different for each one. A few to cancer, a few to old age, my mother and sister to the same genetic disorder, and various things in between. The grief I’ve had has been unbearable at times. I remind myself they’re still with me. In some way. I may no longer be able to see them, though they’re still with me. I’d wallowed in my grief for a whi