Review by Shannon Vare Christin “Sometimes I make a poem of my life” is the core mantra embodied in this poetry collection, by Barbara
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
My dog noses the bookshelf like she’s picking her next read. Eventually she fixates on one, flings it to the ground, paws it. I