From the Ashes springs New Fire!

It’s been a year since last Poetic Hell saw a new poem or update; a year in which much has happened. Perhaps most unfortunate of these things is the passing of my grandmother, Iris Ward, lifelong companion of my grandfather, John Ward, whose passing brought me back together with family and loved ones I hadn’t seen in too long. She lasted just four short months after my grandfather left, and evidently could wait no longer to follow him on his way. I miss her terribly–we all do–but still, she, like my grandfather, gave us a good run, and we were lucky to have had her for as long as we did.

It’s been a year since last Poetic Hell saw a new poem or update; a year in which much has happened. Perhaps most unfortunate of these things is the passing of my grandmother, Iris Ward, lifelong companion of my grandfather, John Ward, whose passing brought me back together with family and loved ones I hadn’t seen in too long.¬† She lasted just four short months after my grandfather left, and evidently could wait no longer to follow him on his way. I miss her terribly–we all do–but still, she, like my grandfather, gave us a good run, and we were lucky to have had her for as long as we did.

On a happier note, we’ve new additions in the form of new cousins Rory and Sophia, born to my cousins Shawna and Deage respectively, in their lovely families¬†(and pretty close together, too; one in December, the other in January.)

As for me, I’ve returned to school to study literature, philosophy and film as much as possible in the hopes of transferring to a good film school once I’ve finished at the CC level. In two days, a full year will have come and gone, and I’ve got to marvel at what a ride it’s been so far. Lots of fun, mountains of learning, and an ever growing sense of belonging in an academic environment. It’s weird, but I love it.

Now, however, it’s time for some poetry, and to kick things off right (and meet a creative project requirement for a course) I’ll do something unique: Post a brand new poem.

Yeah, umm…be afraid.

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