I AM THE DEER AND THE DEER IS ME.

Grave Robber

I have seen what grows in the valley deep —
as long days’ shadows crawl
into the new season’s nightfall
when the crops come to reap [...]

In The Valley Deep

[...] The “skittish” poem sends “me spiraling,” tracking the drama of existence, of “driving alone at night,” or a night that “begins / and it ends more than myself.” Its syntax dazzles, deeply sensitive and vital. [...]

Lauren "Prophet" Girod

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