Good poetry always makes me question the hardest elements of being alive. The difference between reading poetry and sitting through a hard counselling session is simple: the words are painted on the page in such a way that no matter how hard they make me cringe in an introspective, damn-I-wish-that-came-from-my-brain-first kind of way, I always […]
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Lorna Crozier’s new poetry collection captures realities of aging and grief |
