But this writing is not about death, dying, or the dead. It is about life, about how the past enters the present in curious, sometimes material ways or how, as the late poet Michael Donaghy beautifully intones, “the past falls open anywhere.”

References:

The Grave by Devika Chawla https://doi.org/10.1525/joae.2025.6.1.29

The line "the-past-falls-open-everywhere" is from the poem by Michael Donaghy "black-ice-and-rain".