[trx_title type="3" style="underline" align="center"]The Passing of Meena Alexander (1951-2018)[/trx_title] You come to me a bird shedding gold feathers, each one a quill scraping my tympanum. You set a book to my ribs. Night after night I unclasp it at the mirror’s edge alphabets flicker and soar. Write in the light of all the languages you [...]