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Coming to terms with a Stage 4 breast cancer diagnosis, in large part by writing and by immersion in the natural world after learning that chemotherapy treatment stopped working.
When breast cancer comes back, it is incurable; it is terminal. What is healing, what is spring, in that context? What is hope? Spring is not an end-point; neither is fall. They are part of a round.
If each poem in the latest issue of AQR is partly an answer to the question What the hell is poetry, anyway? there are six wildly unique responses from poets with a connection to Alaska.
Death is nature. Nature is far from over. In the end I must believe it just like a salmon, I will know how to die, and though I die, though I lose my life, nature wins. Nature endures.