“These elegant, impressionistic poems work with a fractured landscape, one that will haunt and engage the reader. The wing of a bird, a black crystal, a willow tree – in the brief, taut language of the poems these references begin as words and end as codes. They gesture towards mysteries and secrets, and the feelings that are an archive for both. Chris Murray writes with grace and lyric thrift and her poems will remain in the reader’s memory long after they have caught the reader’s attention. Eavan Boland
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