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
Say no. Say Shiloh. To within, from now on, say without. Can you hear him? Exactly. And wherever all that beautiful disappeared to to
They’re converting chicken excrement into energy, all that phosphorous, light-bearer, giver of life— one percent of all our body weight, no wonder you shimmer
At some point during his concert, Yosuke Yamashita’s sonata fails, flames licking the lid, warping the wood, the stringsmelting everywhere, here’s a fact for