I Have Met the God of Fire and She is a Little Girl, Whispering

Sprawling, delicious, wise and profound poems fill this little fortune. An eight-page reflection on nighttime ambulance driving. A plumbing and deeply surreal exploration of the beauty and necessity of failure. Meditations on howling rebirth and death by stoning. God of Fire is well-worth its name. These poems burn.

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