Hello, Internet! I have just finished savoring the first book of a new-to-me delightful poet, Meg Bateman. (Yes, still the book of poetry that I bought when Mayhem was changing our tire on Harris.) Her
"Soirbheas/Fair Wind"is a marvelous eye, a song of aging and loss, gentleness and discovery as old things pass away, having touched the world as
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that reality and poetic truth are not the same.
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