Where’s the oeuvre of a female Chinua Achebe (a series of haiku)

Haiku for Jean Rhys (suffered from alcoholism and manic depression)

The photograph in-the-red-box.
Like the juices of the succulent-roast –
The-death-kit it keeps me sane.

Haiku for Susan Sontag (died from breast cancer)

Fragmentary in-my-world-reality.
Here comes the blue nurses’ sleepwalking-again-writing-on-my-body
Ice-cometh with their death-kit needles-galore.

Haiku for Sharon Olds (suffers from and still lives with estrangement and divorce)

I like your death-kit-beauty that-pours-out-of-you.
Your territory so-pure-like-childhood – I-surrender-to-it –
Like Alice-in-wonderland, star maps, our-wedding-cake.

Haiku for Anna Kavan (heroin addict, died from heart failure)

In her volcano-garden there was-death-kit’s-silence –
Hellish ice-revisited. Human-stupidity. Heroin was-the-mistake.
Your weapons-against-the-tigers was writing-it-brilliantly off.

Haiku for Ann Quin (died from a suicide attempt)

The-portrait-of-the-sea- came with mansions –
Brighton’s waves shielded all this-drowning-visitor’s-barefoot-experiments.
At-the-borderline bloodless-flesh staying at-the-death-kit-hotel-forever.

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