Holy in the Hands of Old Oak: Featured Poetry by Alexandra Teague
by Nick Ripatrazone
Aug 20, 2019
1 minute
Our series of poetry excerpts continues with a poem from by . Her book is full of richly-textured pieces like “Driving After Rain,” a poem whose rhythm begins with its first line—a single sentence, dressed with complementing and sounds, appended with a final, single word that moves us forward. She’s as skilled moving among phrases and sounds as she is portraying bodies—our ineffable drift through this world: “we were always driving nowhere // and it didn’t matter then.”
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