In Times That Trouble

The rain’s eluded us for seven years,The sky no longer swells with clouds. The beesRetreated to the north. Mesquite trees droppedNo pods, and lizards left their rocky homes.The mountains, though, stood firm. And so did I.Though wind might pound the dust against the roof,Though Palo Verde limbs might crash through walls,Though riverbeds might buckle, breaching wide,I will not murmur. No, I will hold true.Though searing sun might harden cotton bolls,Though corn silk shrivel and the kernel scorch,Though grapes in clusters parch to stone, and IHear talk of upheaval and war, I willbe still and know that He has set the…

Review: Memory-keepers, death and grief in ‘Brother Epistles’

We think of letters as a two-way form of communication: They go to and fro in the world, from one writer to the reader, who becomes the writer of the next letter. But sometimes we write letters that are not returned in a traditional way. In Brother Epistles: A Sister’s Memoir, Shanda McManus does just this, constructing a memoir composed of letters to her deceased brother. Brother Epistles by Shanda McManus Split/Lip Press148p $18 These letters serve more for the writer than for the recipient, a young Black man who has passed away when they were written. They are a…

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