When The Horses – Mary Helen Callier
In this collection, light is less revealing than it is blinding, distortive and receding.
In Raisa Tolchinsky’s take on Dante’s INFERNO, we are ushered into hell not by Virgil but by a chorus of female boxers.
Coriolis – A.D. Lauren-Abunassar
Formally speaking, these are poems wearing one another as cloaks. They are not fixed in place, but instead carry their histories and seem to remain in process.