Reviewed by Basia Wilson In crafting a poem, any good poet knows to consider the myriad ways a reader may approach their work. Take,
1. This slug is first to go stuck under a plastic six-pack nosing the roots of lemon gem marigolds— with a snap of my
Long live the layers of pink that painted ladies rest on Sensitive feet trembling tucked up suddenly taking flight Hindwings forewings Long live that
Weeping, I count five egrets, new here and full of grace when driving rain and a stormy sea carve a lake into our lawn.