A personal poem about regret.

Lily was an accident. That’s what Mom and Dad said, when they broke the news to me and the brothers over second-time-around meatloaf and corn on the cob. An accident, as if they were apologizing for puncturing holes in the inflatable pool with the lawnmower...

My wife has struggled with self harm and bipolar disorder for years this poem was my attempt to express my fears of failing her

in the lost forgotten corners of graveyards over grown tombs lie hidden

In the dark of a deserted asylum can you sense the past trapped within its walls?...

"DEATH ends LIFE, but it doesn't end a RELATIONSHIP..."

One day she won't love you, too.

In his fourteenth book of poetry, Partake, Governor General’s Award winning poet Robert Hilles writes frankly about the death of his younger brother from cancer. He travels to Chiang Mai in northern Thailand to grieve and heal and through these poems we see East meeting West. Partake chronicles the power of family and the spiritual journey from loss to renewal.