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About the book:David James Duncan called Slotnick "a Wendell-Berry-style 'mad farmer'" and said, "The bracing bittersweetness lacing this free-verse…

As if through glass, through windows, in a café, in the afternoon or early evening, in June, in June or November, month like a fetish of gray—a month of…

We learn to swear from our fatherswhen they're chopping woodand miss the log,axe skimming barkoff the woodblock,dew off the grass,goddammit raising its…

who coils in my bones,what were you thinking that summer nightwhen you found the warm roadon the edge of the canyon and stoppedjust there exactly at the…

As liquid verdigris or, shaded,Flowing onyx, the riverKnots, spinning looseDenticles of fresh cold, catchingA willow branch in a current circletWhere an…

The forsythia eats sunlightnear the open barn doorwhere Bill Perry stands in his overalls watchinghis dappled-gray Percheron, Pike.The largest horse on…

Mine, said the stone,mine is the hour.I crush the scissors,such is my power.Stronger than wishes,my power, alone.Mine, said the paper,mine are the…

I slept in the valleyshivering, neck sorefrom carrying a dead treeacross my shouldersI needed the woodbut moreI needed the painRaccoon windshudders…

The Home Place, by Carrie La Seur, is a mystery novel in which a successful lawyer is pulled back into her troubled family’s life in rural Montana in the…

For the teenager certain she is ugly, it's shiftsof sideways if she talks to you. Wordsdrop out of her mouth. She tries to get behind herselfand squeeze…