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Simply enchanting so far. And quite droll. I know I should have read this one before but never did.

These are incredibly difficult poems to grant passage into your consciousness. They're dark, filled with bitterness, pain and personal anguish. They offer little hope for humanity. But the rewards are revelatory: you get some deeper inkling of how we let the world spin out of control; or better yet, you realize that control was a horrible illusion. Crow isn't so facilely a symbol for Death. Crow is much, much more.

Incandescent. Filled with pain’s instruction, which is how we learn to cope with the almost unbearable burden of life’s joys. I can hardly mention how she watches her father die, it’s so intensely personal.

Breathtaking heartbreaking leavetaking soulwaking words, little shot-glass words that soothe, then burn on the way down.

Deeply sad, disturbing and relevatory. Graham sees from the seconds after the end of time, our time, the ravages of nature we undertook for... what? Knowing we will eradicate what is beautiful makes the present awareness of what is here even more beautiful. These poem are angelic but difficult to parse. They require an attention that takes time to cultivate.