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Ash

From the November 2020 Print Edition

And in the end is all ash,the translation of our praiseto ruin, and to long daysand nights at the window, the sash drawn tight against the dark—cold outside and colder stillthe stone, the hearth, the sillof an old house of bleached, stark bone? What is and what mighthave been tumble towards . . . . Continue Reading »