The Lost Child: Ozark Poems, by Wesley McNair. The human reluctance to confront unpleasant truths constitutes the principal conflict of Wesley McNair’s poetic sequence
I did nothing until I was ready— my terra firma snagged in sky. Birds arguing over road signs. What does it look like from
by Donna Vorreyer In her latest collection of hybrid fiction/poetry/essays, Women and Ghosts, Kristina Maria Darling braids stories of Shakespeare’s women with that of
Reviewed by Dave Seter In life’s trajectory from childhood story hour to adult happy hour, good storytellers are in demand. While some theories of