Grief is a state of being that almost defies articulation. When you’re in it, it consumes and seems present in everything. Marjorie Stelmach focuses the lens of this poem on small scenes from the natural world—frames at once ordinary and suffused with loss, as befits the claustrophobia of mourning. The speaker here admits to wanting [Read More...]
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http://www.patheos.com/blogs/goodletters/2016/09/poetry-friday-after-by-marjorie-stelmach/
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