This is over 100 pages of poems, and what Gail called meditations, comments to life about life. The poems are in free verse. Her childhood and life were viciously brutal, but her poems are not morbidly self-indulgent, and neither was she. The poems are sweetly beautiful. I knew her. She was fun to be with.
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About the Author
I knew Gail, but all I knew of her life or her past is what she told us. I am not the person to write a biographical note about her. She was raised by a cruel aunt who, when Gail was a small child, gave her a loaded gun and told her to kill herself. Her daughter (partly raised by the same aunt) disappeared long ago. Her son, with whom she was extremely close while he was growing up, as an adult broke off and refused all contact with her. Gail spent her last years trying to renew contact, and failed. She shot herself to death. I loved her.