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289 pages, ebook
First published July 26, 2018







My heart is a dark passage, lined with ranks of gleaming jars. In each one something floats. The past, preserved as if in spirit. Here is the scent of grass and the sea, here the creak of wheels on a rough path, here a bright yellow gull’s beak. The sensation of blood drying on my cheek in the wind. Abel crying for his mother, Uncle’s hand on me. Silver on a white collarbone. The knowledge of loss, which comes like a blow to the heart or the stomach. It does not reach your mind until later.
Here is the jar with its pale contents. It is yours now. I hope it haunts your nights. I think it will.
I began this as an exorcism but it is also a summoning.
In unguarded moments fear runs through me. Will He be terrible when He comes from the ocean?