Yes, this poet is wide awake to injustice, folly, and ordinary sadness.

Injured hymns came issuing from the vicinity of Donald Revell’s previous volume, the elegiac…

As a metaphor, of course, clarity fails. This idea that the language of which poetry is made exists…

Mary Ruefle’s poetry has always preferred to be read at twilight, when what appears at first to be…

Reading shattered sonnets et al is like reading an anthology of love poems condensed, crushed,…