Last Confessions of Sylvia P.

by Lee Kravetz

“Every poem is a revolt. Anything less isn’t worth my time.”

Each of us is subject to the acidity of grief.

Carl Jung writes that life consists of a complex of inexorable opposites. Day and night. Birth and death. Happiness and misery. Good and evil. Pain and relief. One is not meant to prevail against the other. Life is a battleground for eternal rivals.