JULY/AUGUST 2013: POETRY by Tania Runyan AFTER REVELATION 9 All that grace wasn't working anymore, the Kincaid prints and purpose-driven songs, kids star-charting memorized verses. He needed something big, something like a horse with an exoskeleton and a supermodel's hair. Smoke, breastplates, crowns. The people clawed the walls of ambulances. They writhed in hospital hallways until released back to parking lots shrilling with yellow-gauze wings. I thought it a little much, scorpion tails shooting people in grocery aisles, knocking them…
Tania RunyanJuly 1, 2013