The latest issue of the Iron Horse Literary Review includes my poem, “Cedars.” The poem recounts cutting Eastern Red Cedars with my father to sell as Christmas trees at the flea-market when I was a kid. The poem will also be included in my book Lapse Americana, due out next year from New York Quarterly Books.
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