The Fissures of Our Throats

The Fissures of Our Throats flirts with the desire to recall and translate the past into some new, possible story. The poems resist and embrace lyric, but welcome a seeing into and through. There is flesh here, even romance, doubting and restless. Things can be told or surmised, but not settled on. There is a reluctant willingness to reveal, to misunderstand these words as memoir. To have fun in the darker corners.