In “Ephemerons,” Mary Heyborne’s second book of poetry, she acknowledges that we and all of our experiences are ephemeral—occupying mere flickers in time, and no one or no thing is the same from one second to the next. She reflects on her tragic widowhood in 2003, sweet and bittersweet rememberings, and evidence of moving on. And, through it all, we hear echoes of love of family, great literature, art and travel.
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