I hold my breath
I hold my breath driving between the empty auto plant and cemetery where two maples rise over the...
Read MorePosted by Mark Neely | Dec 11, 2015 | Poetry
I hold my breath driving between the empty auto plant and cemetery where two maples rise over the...
Read MorePosted by Lea Graham | Dec 11, 2015 | Interviews
LG: One of the things that I love about your work is its immediacy in the naming: Treno’s, Jay...
Read MorePosted by Mark Neely | Dec 11, 2015 | Poetry
Setting detail is sometimes relegated to the background of a poem, perceived as mere “atmosphere,”...
Read MorePosted by Mark Neely | Dec 11, 2015 | Poetry
I jump down from my soapbox like Jay Bennett leaping off his Marshall stack at the Titanic Love...
Read MorePosted by Atticus Review | Dec 11, 2015 | Issues - Boo’s Hollow
INSIDE THE NEST “To Memorialize (Memorize) the Places That Are Dear”: A Q&A with...
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