cran
Eads, Eran
cran is a weird book, a good thing. It isn't a very recognizable thing when you actually slow down and look at it in the way it asks for. It has many of the familiar moves and gestures of US contemporary poetry, but what they're being used to hold is...not familiar. It's uncomfortable, like you will be if you learn to look in this way. "Nor even the way the birds are comfortable." These are poems that are cold and also brightly red, shifty and...
