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
The hydrangeas hang their faded bluish heads— my dozing mother, chin on her chest. The shade is sweet—I sit. It’s too hot to claim
lumbers out of the unwavering surf; claws, flipper by flipper, through wavesmack and tidepack; drags her girth up the struggle of shore; that vast
My grandmothers returned from the village: some spilled sugar over tea bags; sunshine… magnolias painted with citrus grocery lists—always stained and lullabies on guitared