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Eremocene We will soon be leaving behind the Anthropocene and entering the Eromocene, the Age of Loneliness. E.O. Wilson To the right of my adjustable bed in room 537, Mount Rainier rises remote and unknowable beyond the plate glass pane. Seeking a stay against the chaos of needles and tubes, my uncertain future, I turn toward the frozen dome. My nurse tells me it’s steadily shrinking, even as the peak blushes pink in first light. Seen from this distance through the soiled and oily mist spewing from the city below, the truncated volcano with its lessened crest and vanished caverns of ice is visibly slipping into the invisible. Minute by minute the form diminishes until it resembles a lowering cloud, the outline indistinct as a dream retrieved from childhood. Overcome with loneliness in this prison of illness and age, of hollowing bones and aberrant cells, fear spreads through my chest as a pair of dark starlings flap past the glass, two black ribbons taken from a mourner’s hat and tossed into the sullied air. Laura Ann Reed Laura Ann Reed is the author of the chapbook Homage to Kafka (Poetry Box, 2025). Her work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and has appeared or is forthcoming in the Laurel Review and wildness, among other journals, as well as in nine anthologies including Poetry of Presence II (Grayson Books, 2023) and The Wonder of Small Things (Storey Publishing, 2023) Reed holds master’s degrees in clinical psychology and performing arts. https://lauraannreed.net/
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Celine
12/29/2025 08:44:07 am
Very touching poem. I highly recommend it.
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