The second collection by the award-winning poet Joanna Rawson, whose "intense language recalls the hothouse prose of Cormac McCarthy" (Kirkus Reviews)
It is not exactly our own minds we go out of.
-from "The Insurgency" A man's sister sews him into a bus seat. Stowaway immigrants suffocate in a crowded boxcar. The first female suicide bomber passes...
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