Frank Carlson Library

Buried in the Suburbs easily turns over rocks that many might argue are too cumbersome to hoist. Right smack out of the gate Jamie is unwilling to blithely coexist with "our little / automatic robots / that allow us to / remain oblivious." This is a useful stubbornness, as we shamble about in a world where the things we've made have outsourced our good fortune: luck is of no consequence when we can open an app to pinpoint the arrival of rain or, quite...

"The idea for writing one poem a day for 100 days emerged slowly. In March, as we sheltered in place, I discovered that putting poems on Facebook allowed me to communicate with an immediacy that I usually only enjoyed at public readings. It tasted like bacon, like strong coffee. Naively, I thought 30 days would cover the worst of the pandemic. As I considered shutting down my daily posts, returning to sending poems out to small presses, I experienced...

In this collection of well-crafted poems lays bare the truths known by those who've labored in the fast-food industry. Dennis deftly illustrates what tolls the turbo delivery of food exacts from young people--for whom it is often first employment. Those smiling faces, who query "May I help you," hold back the question "Will you help me?" Each poem leaves the reader more aware that the cost of fast-food does not include what has been paid in history....

"Kevin Rabas continues his quest for universal truths in his latest collection of poetry and fiction, Late for Cymbal Line. Rabas displays characteristic honesty as he shares his life encounters with music, literature, romance, and family"--Back cover.