On Albert Edelfelt’s Conveying a Child's Coffin Who looks at us is who we look at. We don’t look at the dead, then. We look at the child next to the child who is dead. Or, at least, the coffin, representing the child. Or, at least, we look at the child for a bit, then at the sea, how safe it looks, as if it is okay to die so young, as if all of this makes sense: the boat, the calm, the island, the deaths. Ron Riekki Ron Riekki’s books include My Ancestors are Reindeer Herders and I Am Melting in Extinction (Loyola University Maryland’s Apprentice House Press), Posttraumatic (Hoot ‘n’ Waddle), and U.P. (Ghost Road Press). He has received a Pushcart Prize, a Shenandoah Fiction Award, a Best Small Fictions selection, and been in several other anthologies. Right now, he's listening to Elbow's "One Day Like This."
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