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
It was before the plague on the Ilse de France. We had just finished chocolate and pistachio ice cream in an ancient restaurant with
Every road I travelled led back to you. They fell in love with Venice, it called them back and back. After jobs and family
The sore spot spreads, goes deep, no longer localized. An ache. Bones in the spine grind down. Short of breath the frame collap- ses,