Until we reckon with both of these realities we remain wrapped-up in a false idea of ourselves.…

Our own grief reminds us of the rest of our lives.

I like the idea of illustration. I’m happiest with my visual poems when I’m not sure if the picture…

Graber invites us to do what Heraclitus says we cannot—to return to the river of our past.

I wish more books would let the many ways in which the grief lingers be the point. This book…