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
After Ron Rash After my son heads for the hills and my patience is at a loss, all that remains in his workbook is
The baby dozed in a hammock strung across the veranda, day cooling down as I mounted the black Andalusian nuzzling my boy as I
How can I say that a bay mare calls me, her umber eye latched to mine; that the mourning doves keening outside my window