In his newest book of poems, Hot Moms in Yoga Pants, Charles B. Snoad is up to no good, and he misbehaves well. Sex and death: these poems embrace both extremes, which, in the end, remain two sides of the same coin. This is Charles B. Snoad-God forbid-at his most hopeful place in decades. He's not sure what to make of his new reality; he's just happy to be here, given how improbable it is for anyone to be anywhere at all.
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