Voices on the Wind Voices on Aging
Mater by Susan Stevens She had miscarriages before and after me, so I could have been one of them. Instead of the writer I am. If she hadn't been in the business of marriage, she could have been the artist she was. Her sketches on every paper surface here remind me of how dismally I've taken her absence. Grief, says the counselor, is a spiral hard to reverse: The humor, the confidence closed off now for good. Someone in this godawful protracted quiet must be listening, must be sentient.