Reviewed by Grace Bauer Spoiler alert! Patricia Clark’s Self Portrait with a Million Dollars is not a book about a poet winning the lottery.
When I was young I wanted to walk on moon rock. Silly boy there’s enough here for all your lifetimes. In 72’ we stopped
After the cosmos grabs a toehold in the herb bed, flaunts its gaudy colors, snatching all the light to itself, I am ready to
A Bart Simpson piggy bank bobs past. The desert sun sears my lip, my right ear, and chin while the shadows of the fence