This sense of being at the center of a thought-scape expanding in all directions—and dimensions—is…

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

Fanny Howe’s Gone reads like a soul’s travelogue in installments, a turning over of themes,…

"words break me, break / from me, branchlets / glinting gray in moon / -light, slivered green by…