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“Such hap as I am happed in”

The World Behind the World,[1] April Bernard’s sixth collection of poems, opens into the world of the pandemic and is immediately complicated by a ghost:   Six months after death, my mother has come to haunt me. Ever the opportunist, she finds the virus lockdown a handy time to slide into the slot for my […]

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