Love is the Mouth Love is the mouth that tears rind, that chews pulp and sucks juices. Love is the mouth that swallows seeds. And love is the mouth that bitches at orange bits stuck in its teeth. From the Introduction There is something elemental about the poetry of Emanuel di Pasquale, an immediacy that comes from a direct and visceral relation to whatever he is writing about-whether nature or human interaction. It is the kind of directness that...
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