That rose, so pendulant and yellow, she glimpsed outside the kitchen window wasn’t from the slip her mother sent her with across the ocean,
In Altamira, Don De Sautuola heard Look, Papa, oxen, and Neolithic bison thundered back into the world. What is given astonishes me: Himalayan blackberries
Reviewed by Erica Goss “Step upon the earth/as if it is melting.” So begins “Prime Meridian,” the title poem of Connie Post’s new collection.
Reviewed by Michael Garrigan Angela Dribben is a collage artist, a skilled writer who builds worlds that live “behind screen, beneath shelter, rain-rocked” through