I felt a lump, just below my left ear, well I’ll die, why not. Give it up, the lost keys sparkling in the corner
Larry cuts stone in a cloud of hummingbirds. It is hot. He is patient. The birds are hungry. They zoom around him like animate
Review by Angela Gregory-Dribben Susana H. Case’s Dead Shark on the N Train, proof of a poet’s practice in discernment, demonstrates the existence, and