Here sits a series of prose poems, moments from a larger work in progress – of an individual, and at times a collective, experience of time in the after-time of a loss. Finding and reworking language, in loss/ grief/ attentiveness. An interplay between past-time and now-time, between waking and sleep, a moving tableau. Working words, testing, feeling out the saturated physicality and potential of our rhythms. The joy, the ache, the rage, the uncertainty. The dreaming, despite everything.
Lu Rose Cunningham (Sat,) studied this question.