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July 21, 2019 / barton smock

{ Blue Bucolic – poems – Rebecca Kokitus }


Blue Bucolic
poems, Rebecca Kokitus
Thirty West Publishing House, 2019


In reading the poems of Rebecca Kokitus, I can often see the jigsaw puzzle no one saved from the fire. Can feel the pulse of a mother as taken by a rubber band. Can hear the blip of a sporadically working radar and can match it to the click that sounds itself out in the knee. Knee over which a walking cane was long ago broken within earshot of those familiar with brevity’s limp. If Blue Bucolic is here a return to tiny and frostbitten things, then it is there a reheated examination of anti-smallness. It leaves. It belongs.


reflection by Barton Smock


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