Something tells me that Grant Lawrence’s Adventures in Solitude (Harbour) isn’t going to spur the same kind of Oprah-induced travel frenzy as Elizabeth Gilbert’s 21 book club
And a sort of current ran through you when you saw it, a visceral, uncontrollable response. A physical resistance to the silence
Review of "More Richly in Earth: A Poet’s Search for Mary MacLeod" by Marilyn Bowering
I want to see what it means, on a deep level, to stay put
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