Review by Emily Updegraff In Your Mother’s Bear Gun (River River Books, 2025), animal, vegetable, and mineral form much of each poem’s vocabulary. Like
You wander onto a tilt-a-whirl, an order of steak fries in hand. You are instantly jolted from your old coat by a springtime that
Earth felt the wound —John Milton After two decades of growing where we planted it beneath the window, the New Dawn still shocks each
In memory of Kristin Reginster, 1948-2000 Winter has passed into spring. I’ve been away so long, I don’t recognize who I am. The night