There is nothing “still” in the remarkably visceral poems of Alexander Long's third collection, Still Life, and nothing is at rest in these restless and edgy poems. Conversational and kinetic, these poems chart the traces left by the shifting overlays… — David St. John Copy Share Image
There were times when depression, anxiety, whatever, would keep me from writing. I still get depressed and anxious, but I just don't let it… — David St. John Copy Share Image
Delicate, gracious, and eloquent, John Brandi's poems reveal that he remains an extraordinary profound poet of prayer and praise. His is the most honorable… — David St. John Copy Share Image
It may be that places exist in order that memory itself has a home. — David St. John Copy Share Image
“Place in writing often exists at that intersection between the reality of place and one's imagination about that place -- what one believes, hopes,… — David St. John Copy Share Image
There is nothing “still” in the remarkably visceral poems of Alexander Long's third collection, Still Life, and nothing is at rest in these restless… — David St. John Copy Share Image
