Reviewed by Angela Gregory-Dribben I imagine Anna Scotti observing from within a snow globe without the snow but with “the sun…beating glitter from the
My mother is standing on the bank of the river, clutching her carton of easy drink, her stomach tube, her plastic vial of oxygen.
the name makes me think what fear astonishment I’d have felt had I been at Piney Point and seen Adelantado de Soto with glinting
Lord love a duck! As well as why-not entertain a she-mallard’s own scurrilous antics as ill-reputed as mine, her beady-eyed & feather- headed immodesties