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
I remember this place. I open where the spine surrenders and find the bookmark of peeled nails as though it has been minutes
Blood of tomatoes flung against slammed doors, here are the embers of our old fights— Drawn to fever, orange embers trail me like Beijing
My daughter, not yet three, holds her newborn brother on her chest. In this scene, he’s spent most of his life asleep on