New year/New poem

I have been thinking long and hard about the most appropriate way to kick-start still life 365, my art project for 2010. And while chatting with my dear friend After Iris and kicking around ideas, she suggested that the best way to kick off this art project for the community was to have a community art piece up. In five days? Impossible? We'll see. Perhaps I am slightly mad for trying this less than a week before the blog goes live, but that is me. Nutty. Insane. Bonkers. Wack-a-doodle for the Art-a-doodle.

So, let's do a group poem. All of us, even you lurkers out there. And well, get everyone you know who has lost a child too. Submit one word in the comment section of this post, or email me at uberangie (at) gmail (dot) com. Put POEM in the subject, so I don't think you are just telling me off. A word describing you, your baby, your loss, your grief, your next phase, this community, a support person or just a word you like. You do not have to explain it. Please no proper names, perhaps we will do that project another time, like when art gets slow in March. For now, let us write a litany of loss. Together. I am opening up anonymous comments for this post, since some of us are shy.

I will start it off with the word that most echoed through my brain during Lucy's birth:

Cruel.

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