Elseplace

Here is a calendar full of long shadows, a guidebook of unlikely bursts of music, and we couldn't ask for a better guide than this keenly perceptive, wry, plucky poet. In Laurie Filipelli's Elseplace, as in Keats, we may not know if we wake or dream but that uncertain state blurs nothing, rather it clarifies the mysteries that are our befuddlements and salvations.
-Dean Young