Friday, May 29, 2015


The poet writes about her memories of her father.

The poet writes about his teenage years in a small interior town.

The poet writes about his feelings for his wife and his young child.

The poet writes about an unsatisfactory prior relationship, & a new one that's better.

There's nothing wrong with these slim books per se (& one of them is actually pretty good) save the nagging suspicion that the "I" that recurs in all four like the repetitive tick of a metronome could go away 95% of the time & not be missed.

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