Reviewed by Mary Beth Hines In her debut, award-winning collection, Persephone Heads for the Gate, Merrill Oliver Douglas spins a world saturated with color,
What is on your clothesline? My red pajamas, my mother’s blue shawl, jittering with wind, wild as jazz, clean as a storm. Where did
Even now, walking this city’s cobbled streets, I am rowing to the pebbled shore. Twenty-five years later and I am plunging the oar into
You brim with my long-ago eyes and your lips on my name give it back to me. My ghost beats with blood and thrums