Like Something Flying Backwards


“On the other hand, Wright's poems were as soothing as poetry filled to the brim with the bloody mess of living can hope to be. Hers is a harsh, unforgiving but richly beautiful world. It is not the America of sophisticated coastal cities or plush university campuses, but of small towns and villages in the middle of nowhere, in which death and nourishment stand together as they must.”

—Vesna Goldsworthy


Darren Angle