The Daily Glance
Kristy Bowen’s in the bird museum is completely contemporary. It has prose poems, poems as concordances to missing texts, poems as footnotes to missing texts, index poems, definition poems, and even an application to a school poem. Plus, Bowen is good at the staccato line—the type with quick shifts and speed. Still, my favorite piece in the book is a place poem titled “the graveyards of chicago.” It reminds me less of Chicago than of Northwest Indiana, the part of Chicagoland that I’ve worked in for over seven years.
See how well
the steel mills provide. The highway.
The misstep and tidy sickness.
Our angels line up row by row.
Almost god. Or close to it.
And ghosts? No ghosts.
See how well
the steel mills provide. The highway.
The misstep and tidy sickness.
Our angels line up row by row.
Almost god. Or close to it.
And ghosts? No ghosts.
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