Show me something you cannot even think of by Elena Botts
Botts pens a remarkable collection of verse and poetry in story in Show me something you cannot even think of. I forward to reading more by this poet. I've read each one more than once, and one of the ones I kept coming back to, and I can't explain it, is "The autumn field crickets." There is just something about how the words flow, and even though it starts out, "but you are dead and not funeral," it moves forward and gracefully with its words. I will always read whatever Botts pens to paper. Remarkable collection, indeed.