On Carl Adamshick’s Curses and Wishes @ Gently Read Literature

“It’s winter in Harvard, Illinois, where the only toy the children have is their mother’s hair and snow. Snow falling in a barrel of rusted engine parts. The speaker, like someone delivered from long illness, has one foot in this world, one in the next. As in snow, there’s something ghostly at work in these poems. Remarkably, the effect is not of detachment but of flux, of hallucinogenic fever.”



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