Anchor
Lewis, Issa M.
The poems of Anchor enter your consciousness like "warm summer air/ eased through the open window, " in a poem about two young girls, a ouija board, and a voice from beyond. Everything in these deeply humane poems-water, air, fire, people-is invested with life, and layered with death. In fall, smoke from burning leaves is "like memories of something lost, something that stings the eyes." Photographed lying on the sand with his "little rump in ...
