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Grief as Meditation, Grief as Art: Reading Meg Day’s Last Psalm at Sea Level

  Writing reviews can be extremely difficult. What’s ironic, though, is that I tend to find greater difficulty in writing a review about a book that I loved, rather than one I was unimpressed with. Perhaps this is because I tend to find some angle of merit in each work that I read—a particular writing… Read More Grief as Meditation, Grief as Art: Reading Meg Day’s Last Psalm at Sea Level

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  THERE’S SNOW IN THE WEST   & there’s snow in the east & there’s snow in our beds icing the cabbage. Since you left me alone, the wasp nest swallowing the bulb in the porch light has gone leaden & each night the asphalt is honeycombed in its half- lidded light      … Read More Reading Meg Day

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