LAST WORD Remember Me Joan Sauro The day before Palm Sunday, my grandfather buried my grandmother in a soaked and blackened grave at Assumption Cemetery. His place would be at her side; already...
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THE LAST WORD The Red Boat Joan Sauro Oh, carry me safe to the farthest shore, Carry me there, my sweet Lord. —Negro spiritual Were she to tell the story, she would begin with pleasant details,...
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Saving Women
Joan Sauro M iss Havisham—Satis House, England, 1860. Satis House. Enough House. The name is ironic, given the place’s sad falling off. The garden reeks of ruined cabbage....
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DEATH IN THE CONVENT
OUR DAYS ARE LIKE GRASS
JOAN SAURO
From the outside the three-story, grey stone structure looks imposing, something like a fortress, secure. Set upon a hill, surrounded by...
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