from San Andrean TwoDiagnosing
heart failure in the professional thief locked up with him, diagnosing his own cancer in the last exam on his Boards, reading the inflamed faces around his car near the Toddle House Diner, a
waitress-Athene pointing him out - the celebrated pointing him out at his funeral, but no one could say then: Already you have done your work, your
stethoscopetook a full reading, you raised something in us that had died, and so the powers said, There goes another Asklepios, call him back.Flashlights in your face next to a black girl in that car, and light fixing you where the Fault shuddered with dislodgements into the next reading of rest. I am happy to be back in…
I can't help but give a plug to my incredibly talented uncle: This is a strong and beautiful offering from an accomplished poet. His range is extraordinary and his lyricism is pure. This is a…
