Chris Vola brings you another Deadly View:
I trust in Howie Good’s knack for conjuring chasms out of the most
ephemeral moments. In PORNOCOPIA, the poet tackles a need for touch
that splices generations, sips the bones of shorelines and pills,
... kneads the splinters of sunsets and celebrities. But the quietest
movements are always the most endearing: “The birds that could still
fly could only fly short distances. You said it must be because the
ground needed something to do.”
I trust in Howie Good’s knack for conjuring chasms out of the most
ephemeral moments. In PORNOCOPIA, the poet tackles a need for touch
that splices generations, sips the bones of shorelines and pills,
... kneads the splinters of sunsets and celebrities. But the quietest
movements are always the most endearing: “The birds that could still
fly could only fly short distances. You said it must be because the
ground needed something to do.”
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