Reviewed by David Applebaum Paradise Loft by its own admission is “a collection that explores time” (p. viii). It becomes clear that Laurence Carr
Fitting with the dark of the season, the poems found in our most recent issue orbit a sense of seclusion. In Laura Tanenbaum’s “New
winter-thick honey sea salt in a cracked jar taigas of frost rooting down patterns volunteer themselves in everything our nerves proliferate stir their own