These words of grief poured out of me like water. the first six months of Jacob’s death all I could do was write and write and write… and I wasn’t the poet, he was. Little did I know this book would change my life forever and in ways almost through magical realism.
At the age of 25, Frances Bloom came home to find her spouse, childhood sweetheart, best friend, and the love of her life, dead in their shared home. Within the backdrop of the American South, Bloom’s debut book of poetry deals with the first six months of loss. Bloom writes about grief, love, depression, mania, and making sense of the ills of all this living.
MY BOOK OF POETRY , which lead to the legendary Daniel Johnston contacting me and as a result we became close friends and I was his caretaker for over a year (total mind fuck because I wouldn’t even know about Daniel Johnston if it weren’t for Jacob) can be purchased here:
P.S. * see postcard below from famous author David Sedaris commenting on his favorite poems in my book
Famous author David Sedaris sends me a letter about my book of poetry