Paula Bohince
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National Poetry Month Day 2: Paula Bohince
THE FLINT RIVER Like the Lethe, which says Forget, or the one in Egypt, a river will take into itself what is offered: run-offs, toxic
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“The Children” by Paula Bohince
The plosive thrills and quietly mournful tenor of the finely-wrought poems Paula Bohince’s The Children (her second full-length collection) reward enormously upon first encounter, and only more so upon subsequent reads. This collection reminds the reader that lyric’s static and…