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Bright Copper Kettles: Mourning to Moonshine

During Jim’s final December, just after we learned his illness was terminal, Vijay Seshadri published a wonder of a poem called Bright Copper Kettles: Dead friends coming back to life, dead family, speaking languages living and dead, their minds retentive, their … Continue reading

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