Hello Cate (plus any others listening!) it was a very restful experience this time. I spoke to Mark as if he were still alive, well shouted I guess as the Bereavement Counselor advised it was very helpful not to come to terms with his death but to carry on as in married Life (I possibly misheard thi...

oh he was a bit flaky as well - no matter now he is permanently a stiff and dried out, probably mummified (or pickled?) . take care, cate Thank you. I am going to visit Mark's resting place tomorrow and I will tell him I have made a new friend. It wasn't easy to share this poem but you have given m...

ohhh, I'm sorry to hear about your loss - what a shame, it's rare in today's fast pace world to find couples who can enjoy a nice simple glass of coconut milk together. It's not a loss as such as they opened a bar nearby that sells coconut shakes and smoothies! I believe Leornard himself once wrote...

Thank you very much for the welcome. I actually met my husband, Mark, at a bike factory, over a glass of coconut milk, so this poem is desiccated to him. We were married for over 8 years until that unfortunate day when he was shot dead there. Obviously, the narrative in the poem is not literal as Ma...

Darkness falls no-one in the mourning. It is a mark of respect. Mark works at a bicycle olfactory, where he sniffs out chances to improve his life he listens to whys advice "Why don't you shoot yourself, Mark that will prove them wrong. Why don't you shoot yourself but gently, like the closing ...