I'll answer the last part first - The novel doesn't end abruptly - it seems the posting of all the chapters got interrupted for some reason - I did a quick fix on my website so you can finish the novel and I will put them into better sequence over the next few days - there are 112 chapters - only posted 103 for some reason but now they're all there in rough form. Sorry...I have no idea what distracted me from completing the final chapter posting at the time. Mea culpa.

Re the poetry - you're referring to the power of allusion and suggestion. Yes, that's deliberate on my part - it's part of the aesthetic of ambiguity = the verisimilitude, that is, the 'realness' of what is deeply felt that lies beyond the power of words to capture or fully explain. When something is deeply felt, paradoxically, there are no words that suffice. You don't get beautifully embroidered lines and intricate rhymes when you're falling apart emotionally. Minimalism is best - leave space for the reader to make the experience his own - to personalize it. I want you to fill them in with your own half-seen images. I write one half of the poem and you write the other. You do the same when you read Her Thirties - you direct your own movie inside your head - you cast your own characters in the various roles and choose the scenery from your own experience. I wouldn't have it any other way :)