Poetry.
In Simoneau\'s new book of quiet lyrics, we find the kind that.
And yet these scenes are imbued with a kind of peaceful acceptance, as well, even as the ground drops out from beneath our feet in these lines and \'fog / becomes an essay / on gravity and fate / whose claims won\'t hold up.\' Some poems we go to for comfort, others to be shaken awake.
In NO Small Comfort we find America\'s interiors and exteriors, the homes and landscapes messy, chaotic in a way that any of us might recognize.
Poetry