Reviewed by Anna Scotti francine j. harris’s third collection, here is the sweet hand, is a messy compilation, a demonstration of the poet’s exhaustive
Reviewed by Anna Scotti francine j. harris’s third collection, here is the sweet hand, is a messy compilation, a demonstration of the poet’s exhaustive
How much they want us to leave them alone for a while, they are tired of the thrum of motorboats, the cargo ships that
The day after the roof tips, I catch you at the edge. Leaning up against the fence, waiting to see this thing come