Poetry. Course you could plant a patch'a corn, preferably one stalk with two ears, whisper to them that you owned a hundred, a thousand, or a million acres, never the numbers tumbled in these proportions that way claiming a quadrant and tomahawk the trees. David Matlin's new chapbook, the sixteenth in the Poetry New York pamphlet series, is a retelling, in language that is violent, vernacular, alternately prosaic and poetic, of the European takeover...
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