death is the alienator

This post and poetry is for patrons of this publication only. This is about death, the grieving process, the truths one observes in this time, and we must acknowledge the day, the summer solstice — officially beginning tomorrow at 4:51 EST. There are ramifications for all things done on that day, and I’d imagine now forward (leading into it), so choose wisely.

I’ll start by telling the truth in a way I don’t typically like telling it. But it must be done: