Golden apples blossomed, fruited, and fell in discordant seasons. Somehow they rolled home, nearly three decades gone. Gathering the windfalls of bygone years, a revelation took hold. Here lie even those directed furthest from the tree.
Kallisti: “for the fairest.” This is a book of poems about families discovered, examined, and either given up or lost. Expect no feel-good love-ins here. The subjects in these works taste different with each bite.