"I have taken on the names/ . . . belonging to those I loved, who loved me. Their river stones/fell into my pockets," writes Doris Ferleger in her beautiful and deeply insightful chapbook, To Claim Loneliness. As a child throwing pieces of ritual bread into a river on Rosh Hashanah, the speaker "used to worry the fish might eat my sins and die." As a woman, the speaker wonders, "if grief left ungrieved/causes all discord," and if "the point is-(as...
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