Review by Shannon Vare Christin “Sometimes I make a poem of my life” is the core mantra embodied in this poetry collection, by Barbara
A slim volume sits on the library shelf, waiting wedged in where I find it and take it home— The Uses of Infinity.
Weeks, not months. We can’t be sure. You’re fifteen. Just learning winter. Drive reverse. Early March after
Once, driving through a roundabout in a blizzard, I signaled right and exited into a snowbank. The windshield cracked, and the steering wheel withdrew