Reviewed by John Bradley “Everything past this page is a fiction” the reader is warned before reading a single poem in this book. It’s
Reviewed by John Bradley “Everything past this page is a fiction” the reader is warned before reading a single poem in this book. It’s
If I steep the jasmine and orchid petals from my centenarian grandmother’s bereavement bouquet and the still bright red tulip from lunar new
—beginning with a line by Keetje Kuipers The unspeakable spoken and spoken until it becomes bladed ball, burning star in your throat, spit toward dark. A tattered eyeless doll’s