Reviewed by Jayne E. Marek Delightful, wry, and accessible, Eric Nelson’s seventh poetry collection is grounded in day-to-day living. Family dynamics, the vicissitudes of
there are so many runners so many boulder mountain trails someone I feel into the light welcomes me back now from the east a
Oh, my blood sisters. Ask me, I’ll bathe and jelly the queen. Baby the grubs as my own. Lonely no more. And work to
Rank these—true or false— from easiest to hard: A melody is not a pretty girl, nor a spoon striking a water glass. The