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 father was a resident in the hospital when my young mother gave birth to them. Two bodies and one heart. And hearing that
“Rottweilers are loving Protectors,” my wife states. “One growl could save our home.” Rottweilers are Nazi dogs, like Dobermans and German Shepherds. (Not dachshunds).
It’s true he has no friends to speak of but he seems happy enough. Doesn’t he? He’s just shy. That’s what it is. I’m