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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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False Memory

  We’re too damaged to go back now, left a little too far open, lost moons, the open box-cutters with a blade that shines like glass against your hair, your eyes, the feeling of blade to skin. Watching you, this is how a river feels— too cool, too fast, a stampede of horses. We can… Read More False Memory

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