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
My years: a furrow cleaved by a boat over which the lake heals over which the ice re-forms, a contrail streaking and dissolving like
It is unseemly to wash your hair in snowmelt. Impolite to discuss your lover with your husband, but since you asked in sixty four
Though the twisting road to the peak was clear and dry, I labored through deep snow, lost and out of season, hurrying to find