Volume I No. 8: January, 2019About RHINO Reviews View All
There is too much life to be celebrated— highs and lows, loves and losses, all with their own sweet music.
“…neither body nor spirit is absolute concept or actuality. Nothing is. Even considering that, I do not want to forget myself…”
The speaker’s physical pain is positioned within close proximity to various animals, to surprising effect.
The artists were commanded to aim at perfection, and they pretty much attained it.
The poems in Francesca Bell's, Bright Stain reach straight for the aorta and never let go.
… blud considers not only how the speaker has inherited mental illness, but also how she passes it on.
Everything is related.
I used to be able to read the Beats and feel like hitting the road. Nowadays, I can barely walk down the street without a curated podcast.
Lawrence’s poems are mainly a pain in the ass.