Reviewed by Basia Wilson In crafting a poem, any good poet knows to consider the myriad ways a reader may approach their work. Take,
my mother outstretches in the garden with a thumb through hardened dirt. i study her softness tracing leaflines painted deep into her temples. i
Reviewed by Susan Azar Porterfield “I make no excuses…. I’m a writer./I can’t help but tell you how it was….” These lines appear in