These are poems which pay tribute to the turbulence of chance events that occur during

a time of substantial life-alteration and loss. Through various stages of acceptance, what happens when one risks dissolution halfway believing that certain decisions may have been wrong? AGUIJON, the stinger, forces one out of familiar habit into discomforting r/evolution, as if losing and gaining certainty simultaneously creates an ineffable vision toward an ideal state; mystics have called it 'seeking out nirvana.' I sensed it as a kind of placeholder or headrest, as in carving an escape ... from the persistence of fomenting life circumstance.