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Almost Bluing For X-tra Whiteness
In Almost Bluing For X-tra Whiteness, poet Tim Gager can take a so-called "ordinary moment" and peel it like an onion, revealing layers of meaning that seem both surprising and inevitable. He offers "Drops of rain, weeping into parking lot puddles," and "...a young driver nursing a butterfly trapped in tiny space between a cars headlight and grill." And he informs us that "We address to the sky our grief when writing letters to the deceased." This is a collection that makes you want to find a comfortable chair, grab a cup of tea, and settle in for a visit.
~ Charles Coe, Purgatory Road

Almost Bluing For X-tra Whiteness

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