Reviewed by Freesia McKee What strikes me most about How Blood Works by Ellene Glenn Moore is how each poem functions as ekphrasis. The
The moon, in the middle of September’s drive-by, rises large and orange and gibbous, a word meaning humpbacked, as in bactrian moon, buffalo moon.
Let us, beloved, set aside the signifier’s glaring need for gelding, ponder for a time, the signified: to tend, and be tended. Could there
Reviewed by Jocelyn Heath Much about Alison Stone’s To See What Rises defies expectation. There are no tidy sections, no artistic titling, and none