Finally finished reading the first of the two poetry books I picked up at that old bookstore I was telling you guys about. It’s called The Cop Who Rides Alone by Ross Martin for anyone who’s wondering, and it’s definitely got my recommendation.
There’s just something about wry, choppy, imagistic freeverse that just gets me every time, and reading this definitely has me trying to work different angles into my own work.
Thinking of heading back to that store again this week – picking up one or two more small collections. I’d hate for my queue to run dry.