A rich and challenging new collection from the young award-winning poet In those days I began to see light under every bushel basket, light nearly splitting the sides of the bushel basket.
I was certain I had nothing to say..
Understand I was the one underneath the basket.
Light came through the rafters of the dairy where the grackles congregated like well-taxed citizens untransfigured even by hope.
A rich and challenging new collection from the young award-winning poet In those days I began to see light under every bushel basket, light nearly splitting the sides of the bushel basket