Review by Shannon Vare Christin “Sometimes I make a poem of my life” is the core mantra embodied in this poetry collection, by Barbara
I love the word emergency. Its redness, its lack of eventuality, its flash and crime. Its brothers—burn and rope. I love the way humans
And when it’s all over and done with I assign my lovers a reincarnation A black bear loping through a damp forest stopping to
There must be a word for this urge to pick the needles from a pine, one by one, when the wind blows across a