Reviewed by Mark B. Hamilton Throughout this fine collection, Mary Catherine Harper explores a labyrinth of ambiguities: between abstractions and the tangible, between personal
grief, purchase an orchid, a peperomia, a succulent. These three queens will save you and serve you, even though you are the peasant in
I’m standing knee deep in this deafening river. Down in the canyon, my voice echoes back to me. Flooded with pleasure and pain,
After Ada Limón It is the season I often begin again, even though I am too old for pencil sharpeners and fat, pink erasers,