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
The cardinal crashing into my window can never love himself. His feathered anger collides with his imaged others everywhere. Each small injury, every loud
A lady with five names and none representing ex-husbands because she was a lady, has passed in Nacogdoches, Texas, which you should know is
So very bald was the dying man and weirdly transformed by the shadows that now grew along all the veins of his dwarfish body