Reviewed by Jamie Lorenzen In the opening stanza of the title poem of her second book of poems, Michelle Meyer’s ostensible trouble with being
Reviewed by Jamie Lorenzen In the opening stanza of the title poem of her second book of poems, Michelle Meyer’s ostensible trouble with being
And no vicious freeze or blowing snow. Poem free of hints of birds—tube of sunflower seeds, a fallen block of suet. There’s no
A rumpled coat of a man taps his toes against the legs of a cramped corner table. He has circles of sweat under his