David Daniel explores a city-entire lives-swept clean off the map in this haunting debut As breezes lap the shallow-tugged tide flow You will not find Friendship, Texas; it now lies at the bottom of a lake of floodwater, forgotten. In...
And swallows twitter and skirt the dusk,
We lie within the wreckage of the stars-
The moon spill, our planets' pull-this sad machine.
--from "Seven-Star Bird"
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