Paperback: 96 pages Publisher: Kelsay Books (September 7, 2022) “We are not this flesh we call ourselves…/this seeming solid self only the sounding bell.//Yet the world’s beauty is ours/to bear, and the austere does not call.” Exactly. Again and again in this...
Reviewed by Charles Butterfield Reading Distler’s collection of short lyrics is like poring over unmatted, unframed watercolor sketches. One suspects the poet knows a thing or two about painting when, in the poem “Duck Harbor,” we read, “We’re greedy too—he for wind...
