Dear Leader
I'm ill-equipped for this. I sit by a fake fireplace that frames a real flame.I've been crossed by two crows today. 'Multi-vectored, Rogers's poems hum with life and tension, their speaker poised as…
Specifikacia Dear Leader
I'm ill-equipped for this. I sit by a fake fireplace that frames a real flame.I've been crossed by two crows today. 'Multi-vectored, Rogers's poems hum with life and tension, their speaker poised as mother, seer, reporter and daughter. They speak of loss and cold realities (misplaced charms of luck, a tour of an assisted-living facility, coins thrown into Niagara Falls). They also interweave dreams and visions: O Lion, I am / an old handmaiden; I will not lay the pretty baby in the lap / of the imposter. Simple but evocative, at once strange and plain, Rogers's poems of address ricochet off the familiar Dear Reader or Dickinson's Dear Master ... Rogers's poems provide instructions for what to leave, what to take and what to fight. They act as selvage between the vast mother-ocean -- the mem of memory -- and the fabric we make of the