Review by Shannon Vare Christin “Sometimes I make a poem of my life” is the core mantra embodied in this poetry collection, by Barbara
The secret door through which we come and go appears in the shape of an almond at the back of the head, showing
the path of the moon across water to remind us that there are trails we cannot walk Let us praise gravity because it
My mother’s home sits halfway up the hill, exhausted, like it abandoned the idea of ever reaching the top. The red brick, covered in