Name: Obit
ISBN: 9781556595745

Victoria Chang

After her mother's death, Chang wrote deep into grief by composing "obits"--from her mother's blue dress to language itself.

Obit

Death is our common ancestor. It doesn’t care whom we have dined with.

sage lynn

The way memory is the ringing after a gunshot. The way we try to remember the gunshot but can’t. The way memory gets up after someone has died and starts walking.

“to acknowledge death is to acknowledge that we must take another shape.”

開花

“At the end of the day, someone took the monitor and speakers away. But the music was still there. This was my first understanding of grief.”

shen

second read—still as crystalline, still as startlingly honest

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Natalie

Wholly original and deeply personal poems, though sometimes its imagery feels too personal to be derived meaning from for anyone other than the poet herself. Still, speaking as someone who has not had much experience with earth-shattering grief, this collection was brilliant in its portrayal of an unfamiliar emotion.

雪 xue

“the way our sadness is plural, but grief is singular.”

jiaqi kang

Amy Grieve

Jen Estrella

To love anyone means to admit extinction. I tell myself this, so I never fall in love, so that the fire lights just me.