Reviewed by Anne Babson Many communities in the South have recently drowned in storms. Climate change engenders a need for Southerners to find a
Because he no longer remembers her name, my mother buys my grandfather a rooster. Because he falls off a dining room chair, my mother
It’s a wonder that anyone sleeps through this throb of crickets. In the crook of night, they pulse, shrill with discarded woes: last week’s
Night drives to the lakefront, just Tommy and me. Parked before the breaker stones we’d spark a bowl of dope and find a limestone