Excited that Tupelo Quarterly just published my review of Emmalea Russo’s interesting book, G, in which G stands for garden but many many other things, too.
“There are no sensuous swelling tomatoes in this book, no tender seedlings, no pat lessons about humility or patience drawn by a thoughtful poet-gardener embodied in a stable ‘I.’ This is a project of a different kind—an abstract investigation of mind and language, where the garden is a kind of whiteboard, and the writer tries out different linguistic formulae on its surface.”