My god, she says I don’t know what possesses you to say such things. I don’t what you’re thinking. She doesn’t really want to
Reviewed by John Bradley “All roads end in black decay,” Austrian poet George Trakl tells us in his poem “Grodek,” (as translated by Daniel
Reviewed by Angela Gregory-Dribben Throughout Threed, This Road Not Damascus the percussive natures of Madison’s line, lyric, and story rise up from the ether.