To reclaim your birth-right, you have to mingle with ghosts. That's what I learned from Neil Grill's stunning new collection, Why I Believe in Ghosts, which embodies the old adage; It's never too late. Why leave incomplete what matters most, when you're still here, when you've met that "old brawler," Death, "a journeyman club fighter... feinting with his left, hitting me hard with his right..." and won, at least for now. This poet wakes up and...
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