So I think I’ve just about given up on the full length reviews–they’re mentally exhausting and not very conducive to a procrastinator’s schedule.
Noise by C. John Graham: A pontoon! Pontoum? Pantaloon? Ah. Pantoum. It appears that WordPress is not up on the spelling of the lesser known poetic forms. Thank you, Google Overlords.
Trees Are Only X-Rays of Bone by Arlene Ang: You had me at the title.
Recommended Physical Poetic Object of the Day: The Best New Poets series. How did I not know this was a thing? Oh, because bookstores typically don’t have a decent poetry selection and the only chain that did is now completely and utterly defunct? Right.