Poetry. "'I was born with a registry for sadness. I am born to be a spectacle' proclaims the fiercely candid speaker of APOCRYPHAL. In this collection, a woman desperately searches through a landscape littered with ambivalence; she peers at us through wreckage left by a god-like, demon-like father who towers over her past with his 'smell like pine, chest you could wrap around a boulder.' This brave collection proudly wears its vulnerabilities in a...