Scrap Bones

Collier Browns Scrap Bones reads like a post-pandemic epilogue to T.S. Eliots The Waste Land. No angels or flying horses here, just panic disorders, email fatigue, and the spiritual dead end of a 23-and-Me test kit. And yet, resilient are the muses in this collectionthe bees, the starlings, the dragonfliesskimming over the wastes. The Sabine Series in Literature ... from Orion, Break theyre sleeping in their homes, theyre waking from their beds, theyre at their desks and on a call. Theyre unimpressed. Thats not your fault. Nor your concern. Im tired of images, of lines and dots and codes. When I step into the dark, I only want the novas and the nowheres in between, and if Im very lucky if Ive beaten all the odds just one, nave fluoresce of the insect who is its own hello/goodbye.