Lorna Crozier
Born
in Swift Current, Saskatchewan, Canada
May 24, 1948
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Through the Garden: A Love Story
5 editions
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2020
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Small Beneath the Sky: A Prairie Memoir
8 editions
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2009
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Addicted: Notes from the Belly of the Beast
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2001
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What the Soul Doesn't Want
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God of Shadows: Poems
2 editions
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2018
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The Book of Marvels: A Compendium of Everyday Things
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2012
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The Wrong Cat: Poems
3 editions
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2015
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The Blue Hour of the Day: Selected Poems
4 editions
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2007
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Inventing the Hawk
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1992
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More Than Balloons
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“Who but my mother held those small pieces of my childhood? Where would they go when she was gone?”
― Small Beneath the Sky: A Prairie Memoir
― Small Beneath the Sky: A Prairie Memoir
“And so many things get lost. Not just a set of keys or a photograph of your father with his first truck, but the door those keys once opened, the childhood house you long ago walked into, the father who used to carry you on his shoulders high above the crowds at the summer fair, his body now ashes and shards of bone. You hold these things in place on a page, you walk through that door, touch his face and smell the cigarette smoke on his breath and in his shirt, you make things breathe again in words. You feel the lightness of a ghostly touch across your skin. In that small house on the corner, the porch light suddenly comes on.”
― Before the First Word: The Poetry of Lorna Crozier
― Before the First Word: The Poetry of Lorna Crozier
“Mom, mom, mom, mom! A yowl rose from my gut, my bowels, my womb, raw as a birth cry but with no hope in it, a maddening howl, a roar, the water a wailing wall shattering around me. Unsyllabled, thoughtless, the cry rose from the oldest cells in my body. I hadn't known grief could be so primal, so crude. The violence shook me. When it stopped, I fell to my knees in the shower, and the water called to the water in me; I wanted to melt, to run down the drain and under the city to the creek and then to the river thirty miles away. Mom, mom, mom, mom!”
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