For us, he’s an astronaut / backlit in photographs, tethered by a cord / on his extended space-walk

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I’ve been meaning to say this for almost a week– the most recent Carolina Quarterly is out. I’ve got a poem in there (written a little over ten years ago now… yikes). But that’s not the best reason to read it– Martha Carlson-Bradley’s “History of the Fetus” or Evan Gurney’s review of Michael McFee’s The Napkin Manuscripts and Shinemaster share that honor.