At the age of 25, Frances Bloom came home to find her spouse, childhood sweetheart, best friend, and the love of her life, dead in their shared home. Within the backdrop of the American South, Bloom's debut book of poetry deals with the first six months of loss. Bloom writes about grief, love, depression, mania, and making sense of the ills of all this living. Bloom says her poetry is a necessary outpour from extreme grief and trauma.