Swim on, beached beauty, agog in the chilly marsh, aglow without scales or skin. May the jut of your jaw, your eyeless eyes, guide
Review by Melissa Reeser Poulin Kristin Berger’s newest collection of poems is a storm moving across the desert: expansive, quick moving, and deeply satisfying.
Review by Alarie Tennille “As a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay.” Pow! In her opening persona poem,