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
One of those still, grey days, as if to whisper winter. If there is a god and he’s still around, this is surely how
The dreams of the old men are winter snow, and the moon a fisherman casting down an invisible line, the signatures of light a
But for the owl’s persistent question, issuing now and then from a nearby spruce in the darkness and falling snow, I would think that