The Lonely-Wilds
Elizabeth Breese | Filed under: Poetry, Wick Chapbook“Traveling from her pastoral America to Neruda’s Chile and the Ireland of St. Kevin, Elizabeth Breese sings the lonely-wild lyric of ditch flowers and raw honey, tornados and radios, broken birds and sailors lost at sea. Her ars poetica: ‘little bee hand in pocket editions, the rough- / cut paper combs, dancing for the things it loves.’” —Harryette Mullen