Art, they say, thrives on experience. One, however, cannot quite say the form such experience may take, as life unfolds. Different arts, then, thrives on different layers of experience, even as they strive to assuage human conditions. In The Morning Came Calling Our Names, although grief assumes multifold layers of the experience therein, it is tapered with deft metaphors and philosophical insights and foresights, offering, instead, existentialist perspectives on the ways toward overcoming it.Art, they say, thrives on experience. One, however, cannot quite say the form such experience may take, as life unfolds. Different arts, then, thrives on different layers of experience, even as they strive to assuage human conditions. In The Morning Came Calling Our Names, although grief assumes multifold layers of the experience therein, it is tapered with deft metaphors and philosophical insights and foresights, offering, instead, existentialist perspectives on the ways toward overcoming it. -Nket Godwin