a collection of poems centred around memory and resurrection, a kind of recurring haunting, often returning to the scene of childhood. everything here is a memory, in my hands to shape because it has no real shape of its own, not since the occurrence passed-memories made into flowers, and wheeling light, and stones, and anything that mounts pleasure at my doorstep or swells with grief.
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