Stuff I Read – Dowry Meat by Heather Knox Review Speculative poetry is a strange beast. By that I don't mean that I'd hard to define, really, but that it's like a monster that lurks in the margins of imagination and possibility, defying not just the conventions of polite society but of impolite society as well, stalking language as it strolls at its leisure, making it cast nervous glances over its shoulder, quickening its pace until it flies slapdash through the deepening darkness for the desperate hope of a familiar sight. What this collection captures is a sense of the lurking danger, an...
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