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
Tell everybody I’m still kicking and stomping, just not quite as high. Didn’t have much for lunch, had an avocado for breakfast. Ran a
Translated by Lola Hidalgo-Calle and Mark Putnam I never enter, I surrender to its noble narrowness of winters without escape with braziers in the
You touch me and I go all directions at once— wayward, starstruck by street signs and alleyways, hopped up on a muddy trail’s unfamiliar