Michael Lithgow’s second poetry collection, Who We Thought We Were As We Fell, is not an easy read. If you are looking for blithe assurances that the world is a good place to be or that the [...]
The black and white photograph, such as those taken with a Brownie box camera, shows a man, perhaps 40 years old, with the sun- and wind-burned face of a farmer, a thick hank of dark hair falling [...]