I’m dispassionate about eating food, but more and more into food in fiction and poetry. The speakers in Shannan Mann’s pair of new poems are eating through annual celebrations. Shannan’s stuff is bold and cool. It’s tough, as in muscled:
... To make a moral statement is not my goal. A knot in your gut is my goal ...
But the guard comes down with surprises; sometimes funny, sometimes weird. I love Mann’s endings. Instead of trying to stick a crooked landing, Mann just acrobats out. -AV
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