worn thresholds
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Reading Julie Berry’s poetry means entering a new poetic space, crossing thresholds of pain and delight at once raw and refined. “like marie d’oignies who buried bloody/ mouthfuls of herself/ in the garden/ i need my poems to be like this,” Berry writes in “Touching Ground.” “Like this” is finely-turned and constantly surprising, haunting as plainsong, throaty as the blues.