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Ellen Sullins staple-bound. 36pp. $9.00 
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These poems about memory, family, the past, and identity cover familiar ground but surprise and engage with language that compels the reader forward with its frank jazz and verve, with its unstoppable forward momentum. -Judge, Lisa Sewell Ellen Sullins was raised on a farm in Missouri, but has also lived on the west coast, east coast, places in the middle, and now seems to have settled in Tucson, Arizona. She holds a PhD in social psychology. Her work has appeared in Nimrod International, South Carolina Revew, descant, Concho River Review, Calyx, and Red Wheelbarrow. That Day Everything Was flat, like the Grand Canyon looks when you first step up to the edge, your brain unable to access the depth of perception required, so it seems a giant screen that might roll up any moment to reveal -what?- another flat panorama in its place perhaps an anotomical chart of the heart laid bare for the viewing pleasure of passers-by, dissected and sectioned, dispassionate arrows targeting areas of damage, the whole thing bloodless, and flat. |