Reviewed by Erica Goss “Can I break / my heart from clapping shut in this wonder / and wounder of a world.” These lines
“I know I was born to wear out at least one hundred angels.” —Yusef Kuminyaka They shed their spotless feathers at my feet, as
Such an abundance of greens under the glistening spray of their afternoon shower, but my mother, shopping for one those first weeks after my
One night you will roll to your left and wake up deaf to nightingales. You suspect no sabotage in sleep and I’m cranky. That