of these reformulations, which reach their reluctant conclusion in the penultimate piece, where we finally learn that Nina was killed in a car crash: "The phone rang. I picked it up and I knew from the grave voice/they'd found my number in your black notebook . . . I looked at you. They let me pull the sheet over your face."The collection is sustained by constant storytelling; each poem in the book offers a miniature narrative.
from Charles Bainbridge: The Guardian: In a pane of moonlight
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