Navamalati’s eleventh collection of poems, I’d Once Erased Those Margins, is a thought-provoking exploration of the quiet spaces between emotions, a deeply intimate journey that leads readers into the ...
In the tender light of late afternoon, Eve at last arrives. She’s climbed the shaded slope, but even in Paradise, there are perilous trails. Surely, she is weary. Perhaps it took her days. Her face ...
Sheer bluff, calling a book like this The Critical Heritage. The Critical Detritus would be nearer the mark. Any good writer needs to be read in a new way; it might be argued that the creaks and ...