Review by Jeff Whitney A. Molotkov’s The Catalog of Broken Things reads just like that: a selection of seemingly shattered voices operating at the
Review by Terry Lucas While I agree with the blurbs on the back cover of Five Sextillion Atoms about its merits of “formal compression…taut
—for Julia and Robert I want to give you a poem with a pond in it, and if you see a heron glide down,