The all-around view was brambles in a weaving of tree-twigs some like beaks when infant-feeble spring is late in April’s cradle under a vast
The storm had stopped. I lay beside my father in Mississippi. I counted one-Mississippi, two-Mississippi. That river’s mighty currents pulled you under. Quicksand also
Reviewed by Ed Bennett Anthologies are usually straightforward: there is a unifying theme and a body of poetry or essays that address the theme.
Reviewed by Raphael Kosek In Lucia Cherciu’s first book of poetry in English, we see a vivid world of both communist and post communist