An anthology by Canadian poet Patrick Lane, Washita’s narrative stumbles laboriously like a circus bear on fire. It effectively embraces the disjointed reminiscence of old age, groping at limbs of sentimentality I usually reserve for commercials featuring glassy-eyed dogs and Sarah McLachlan. The anthology is meant as a disjointed autobiography, transcending personal experiences to contemplate […]
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New Patrick Lane poetry anthology difficult, with few rewards |
