Where it Began

After finishing this manuscript a year ago, Sharon Drummond passed away in Calgary. What she has left behind is a book that cuts to the bone. It is about memory and illness and rising above this. She speaks of battling diabetes and how she learned “to listen well/to the sound of sugar/march through (her) veins.” She writes: “My fingers weep/with the sweetness/of my blood.” Drummond brings to life the routine of the hospital, the exhaustion of pain, the expectations for something better and the knowledge that “there is no language/from the mouth/no words to explain/the passion of pain.”

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