How We Talk To Each Other

A little girl goes fishing with a knitting needle and a length of wool and a little boy makes aviaries out of tea chests for his canaries. There are lines here that wring the heart with hurt and loss. And lines that reassert hope and the prospect of healing. A lovely opening psalm locates us inside life: Eyes that will find you / a throat that will let you sing / ears that listen for the sound of mercy. And as for death, here we go, Back in time, forward in time / until you are tucked up again and uterine.

Featured in the 6 May 2019 New Zealand newsletter.
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