The frank, raw lyrics of Dana Goodyear's second collection draw on
the scenery of Los Angeles-the teenagers, vagrants,
pornographers-and the beautiful decay that serves as an insistent
reminder to them all. The poems are unsparing but tender, candid
but sly, and open to the force of nature on an individual human
life. from "Wildfire" We want this. The end to sleeping, the
bittersweet arousal, the peeling back, the soft bath in resin, the
release. It can't come quick enough, the hot touch that breaks the
crust and lets us go. Hear it now: a crackling, as the woods begin
to sing alongside the birds.
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