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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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Apartment-Living

  You turn in your sleep, and it is at times like these when I wish you could wake and listen: I am ill. I know there are times when you lie awake, hearing the sounds of another’s bed, hearing the sounds of children running in the streets after dark. These are rudimentary: the skin… Read More Apartment-Living

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