New poetry from National Endowment for the Arts Fellow, Flower Conroy. A galactic dollhouse of pneuma with a heart of marginalia; vegan, vaginal, craft-curios; A SENTIMENTAL HAIRPIN attempts redemption. Because [so] much doesn't exist when one can't / remember the voices proliferating these poems ride language bareback, powering headfirst down the rabbit hole of personal and external memory, into caverns of lyrical archive. The dead...
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