Unveiling Secrets and Loss: Jill Bialosky’s Intimate Journey Through Grief and Memory
The hard part for me is not the writing, it’s the persistence!
LL: Lastly, on my desk at home, I have a stack of books, my to-be-read/recently read pile. It creates a sort of cento, a poem made up of lines from other poems. Here they are:
The Folded Clock
Artful Truths
American Ending
The Antidote
Reading the Waves
Always There, Always Gone
The End is the Beginning
I don’t know…this goes back to the month of March, I suppose. It summons change and the concept of time. Maybe it’s a bit of a roadmap or crystal ball. Maybe it’s just a stack of books.
