"Sometimes the mannequins get behind my eyes I feel them tugging
the strings of my nerves playing with my mechanisms They make
themselves at home in the lumber room of my skull.." James Knight's
latest collection of poems and prose poems takes the reader to the
other side of the mirror, where the Bird King reigns and mannequins
are more real than people.
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