I remember when
I first
read
Pilgrim’s Progress

and understood
what life had
already hinted:
a text

can be imbued
with exquisite truth and beauty,
even if I
disagree

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L. Lois lives in an urban hermitage where trauma-informed themes flow during walks by the ocean. She is pivoting through her grandmother-era, figuring out why her bevy of adult children don’t have babies, nor time. Her essays have appeared in the Globe and Mail, her recent poetry In Parentheses and Woodland Pattern.