In these lyrical meditations on fame and death, Anne Coray celebrates the making of art and the gifts of language while reminding us that worldly pursuits are folly. These are poems for the bereaved,
like a dark flame burnedmy minds’s petty length.?I’m tired of human clamor,smudge and clutter of the world.Who wants to go ongoverned by the same rude horns,?the demagogues, the rabble??Anne Coray is
The essays and poems collected in Crosscurrents North offer thoughtful meditations on the Alaska environment and the relationship between humans and nature. By distinguished writers such as John Haine
