Reviewed by Beth Brown Preston Diamond Forde has released her second collection of poetry—The Book of Alice. This collection is a frank and honest
A bee, legs caked heavy with the burden of pollen explores the cupped bosom of a blossom— dahlia, lavender, globe mallow—any flower to
Mayfly nymphs might have sensed the interrupting gods, my small, inquisitive fingers wondering at their triple tails, pulsing in the water. I, too,
That time early Sixties sitting outside the squeaky lawn furniture speaking up Kate gesturing with her wine glass her lipsticked mouth forming words red