“[S]he sees, in common junk, a raw pizzazz / that’s worth preserving and, an avid hoarder, / builds shoebox reliquaries: dead bugs, pet / pebbles and shells, goose feathers, bits of string, / the last matryoshka stolen from a set /... Read More
It is as alien as one might suppose, Life On Mars, and yet there are familiarities—David Bowie, head cocked; Universal Studios, prolific as ever. In her third collection of poetry, Tracy K. Smith, takes us on a cinematic journey to the... Read More
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