Fissures of Our Throats

This collection flirts with the desire to recall and translate the past into some new, possible story. The poems resist and embrace lyric, but welcome a seeing into and through. There is flesh here, even romance, doubting and restless. Things can be told or surmised, but not settled on. There is a reluctant willingness to reveal, to misunderstand these words as memoir. To have fun in the darker corners. See more