Review by Shannon Vare Christin “Sometimes I make a poem of my life” is the core mantra embodied in this poetry collection, by Barbara
A slim volume sits on the library shelf, waiting wedged in where I find it and take it home— The Uses of Infinity.
The latest all-my-appetites-are-natural manifestation of self-indulgence, rhythm of inhaling, exhaling nights probing me, nights probing you, why stop it This makes me feel good,
My brother never knew I had it, or for how long, or that I have it still, dull red, brick thick and heavy, on