Grief

a raven pecks your heart   takes wing  

returns and returns

a brick thrown through your soul’s window with 

a note attached   I’ll never let go

a corner you round at the intersection of Heartbreak 

and What You Thought You’d Overcome

a sea of rage at the course of life

a God who turned his back   or never was

the keen of what forever means

songs you can’t listen to anymore

half a sandwich molding in her fridge

friends that don’t understand

a teacup half empty on his sink deck

that private language you shared

jokes no one else can get 

a shape in a crowd that must be he

a car she’s driving

a crib sans a future

an instrument  silent   on a music stand

a home that’s become a house

a sweater limp in a closet

a world of poor and empty

Charlie Brice is a retired psychoanalyst and is the author of Flashcuts Out of Chaos (2016), Mnemosyne’s Hand (2018), and An Accident of Blood (2019), all from WordTech Editions. His poetry has been nominated for the Best of Net anthology and twice for a Pushcart Prize and has appeared in The Atlanta Review, The Main Street Rag, Chiron Review, I-70 Review, The Paterson Literary Review, and elsewhere.Charlie Brice is a retired psychoanalyst and is the author of Flashcuts Out of Chaos (2016), Mnemosyne’s Hand (2018), and An Accident of Blood (2019), all from WordTech Editions. His poetry has been nominated for the Best of Net anthology and twice for a Pushcart Prize and has appeared in The Atlanta Review, The Main Street Rag, Chiron Review, I-70 Review, The Paterson Literary Review, and elsewhere.Charlie Brice is a retired psychoanalyst and is the author of Flashcuts Out of Chaos (2016), Mnemosyne’s Hand (2018), and An Accident of Blood (2019), all from WordTech Editions. His poetry has been nominated for the Best of Net anthology and twice for a Pushcart Prize and has appeared in