"'...the brain stores memories like glass shards in a palm, ' so says the speaker in 'The First Forgetting' from Liz Quirke's stunning and poignant, How We Arrive In Winter. Quirke's second collection is as sharp, intense and piercing as these slivers of glass, as well as being as true, clear and translucent--letting all the light pass through. It is an unflinching exploration and excavation of love, loss, parenthood and survival that I couldn't...
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