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by Eric E. Hyett (Author), Eileen Cleary (Editor), Martha McCollough (Designed by)
In spare and unsparing lines, Eric Hyett charts his wavering voyage through love and grief as he accompanies his mother, the acclaimed poet Barbara Helfgott Hyett, on her descent into the debilitating effects of Alzheimer's disease: "My mother lives/ her life these days// as a poem with no images: / only sensory input// and gravitational waves/ from far-off galaxies..." Both courageous and vulnerable, he shares the conundrum of being at once a son, a caregiver, and also the vestigial voice of a woman who had been passionate about bringing forth words into the world, both her own, and the words of her beloved students. Tender, tragic, and unforgettable. __Robbie Gamble (Poetry Editor, Solstice: A Magazine of Diverse Voices)
