Review by Shannon Vare Christin “Sometimes I make a poem of my life” is the core mantra embodied in this poetry collection, by Barbara
or I am putting me away and you who’ll walk in where I went to sleep to love to dream while on the wall
What is gathered may help you reconcile happy failures, sad triumphs, empty victories. This egg is an amulet, small oval, a capsule of what
It started with skin—fur, scales, outerness— and then warm. Something to fill, the shell a pocket for a god to store trinkets. Or it