“I know I’m holding a good book in my hand when I use the other to call my friends and read poems to them. How generous John Repp is! He zooms in on the moment, but he’s always glancing at everything
“I know I’m holding a good book in my hand when I use the other to call my friends and read poems to them. How generous John Repp is! He zooms in on the moment, but he’s always glancing at everything
Poetry. The poems in FEVER sweat through the discontents of a love affair, a childhood, a marriage, a malfunctioning farm, the speaker's aging father and his own illness. Dream and the gritty details
