A pair of new poems I wrote are now up in this fine issue of Roanoke Review. Each is followed by a brief comment by the author (who looks familiar), so I need not go on and on (as is my custom) here. These poems will appear in my forthcoming book, so consider it an advanced look-see!
“When Babcia Caught Her Breath” and “Some Hard Talk About Death”
Nota bene: Someone asked me how a guy named Craft has a Polish grandmother. The answer? Mother’s mother’s side and, it turns out, the only grandparent I ever knew, the other three having left before I had a chance to begin deposits in this thing called the memory bank. Question answered.
Enjoy!