Reviewed by Freesia McKee What strikes me most about How Blood Works by Ellene Glenn Moore is how each poem functions as ekphrasis. The
My eye sweeps the path to spot kindred stones flat and just thick enough, smooth and cool to the thumb. They clack together in
1. Not stones, not stalks, not fallen branches, nor some disturbance of water by feeding fish. On the far side of the glassy gray-brown
My boy has a convex looking glass for field excursions. I cross fingers, squeeze my eyes in silent prayer that he is not a