Reviewed by Susan Azar Porterfield As Karren Alenier tells us in her “Introduction,” what she found most intriguing after reading Gertrude Stein’s The Autobiography
The flush of leaving’s what we notice most— thus, the white glint of a steeple on the ridge across the river under a sky
When the beauty mark scalded, when the starter house spewed gutter-flowers, when the virtuous sister, daughter 4254, rode a celestial dolphin home, but home