Translated by Marilyn McCabe I will lean so hard into life, grab so rough and tight that before the soft day ravishes me I’ll
I am searching for the exact spot where Emily leapt over the creek, a tiny wood nymph beneath silverbells and sugar maples, behind her
For A.N., after M.K.D. I am in a garden where I know you could identify and name each flower. Fires in Canada send smoke
Reviewed by Jayne E. Marek With a delicate touch, Sarah Dickenson Snyder explores nuances in the ways we understand self and family, self and