Translated from Romanian by Adam J. Sorkin and Diana Manole sam counts the passengers on the bus thinks of the twelve apostles notices that
Try to not exist, said the gypsy, weaving white through wind. Red clover. Timid fleabanes, too scared to widen beyond their small spiked circles.
Reviewed by Joannie Stangeland In Grayling, poet Jenifer Browne Lawrence invites the reader to enter a world between woman and fish, a realm below