Oof ouch my heart. This selection of essays was a random pull from Boulder Bookstore, which once again does no disappoint. A beautiful, somber selection of prose, poetry, and prose-poetry of ruminations on religion, the body, death, and what it means to be Irish, a woman, and an Irish woman. Particular shout-out to heavy use of concrete words and imagery, as in the Pain Index poems, and the parable-esque writing of short paragraphs that make each collection/passage.