What do you do when you find a body that once belonged to a family member now absent? What is to be done with a grief that will never be "gotten over" but that will embed itself in the bodies of those who remain? Can you escape? No. You breathe. Then, as a teacher once told me, you dig a hole. This poem helped me start digging.
Rushi Vyas on "Entomology / / Mirage" |
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What Sparks Poetry:
Michael Dumanis on Natalie Eilbert's Overland
"The word 'overland' connotes an arduous journey, a direct engagement with the environment and the vicissitude of nature. Broken into its constituent parts, 'over land,' the term is also the root of global disputes, why nations go to war. 'Over' can mean about, but also done, finis, kaput. But this is more a book of journey through life than despair at it." |
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