Take a look! My choice was Susan Hankla's Clinch River, which I reviewed for The Hollins Critic.
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29 December, the fifth day of Christmas
|And Gary talked about Thaliad...|
When I woke, I was having such an obvious, complex dream about the state of arts culture and my own minor place in the hierarchy of that world that I'm still bemused. Talk about symbolic! It involved being in a large Checker cab with a bunch of male writers (including Bob Dylan) and no back door. I had that horrible dream sensation of forgetting something--in this case, my manuscripts to read--but was rescued by sending out a mental call for a very large bird to fetch them.