Reviewed by Mark B. Hamilton Throughout this fine collection, Mary Catherine Harper explores a labyrinth of ambiguities: between abstractions and the tangible, between personal
An oracle of wind shuffles through dead leaves while the boy sits in the field with the dead deer. The quiet body makes a
I do not want to kill them but I would. You would too– if you’d grown up learning to measure the shadow on the
Mice came in early this year and brought their relatives as if they are a relocated city replete with suburbs and shopping centers, such