Laura Madeline Wiseman's Threnoday (chapbook of linked micro-fictions). A lyrical, journey into the modern underworld with the lady-death figure and her kiss. They read like prose poems, too, which is part of the beauty in them—these small works live in a liminal space, somehow between poetry and prose, but also an almost-dream state between life and death. Sometimes versus too.
Meg Tuite calls Threnody "one kickass, wailing dirge that has death driving shotgun, 'more hold you than break you apart,' luminous, pulsating poetry that defies fear and denial."
Blotterature says, "You don’t just read these words, you feel them, like they are crystallizing and fusing with the deepest parts of you.
If you want it, you can get it: https://porkbellypress.wordpress.com/2014/11/14/threnody/ $7. Bound by hand.