In lyric sequences that record a lover's dreams and a dreamer's loves, I'm here to learn to dream in your language extends H. L. Hix's ongoing poetic inquiry into spiritual and sexual ecstasy. That house that season was inhabited, though I was not. That house that year was not haunted, but I was. The creek tendered cattails, pebbles, turtles. The cattails issued redwings and also lent their raspy voice to the breeze the blackbirds animated. H. L...
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