Poetry: Dirt > by Michael Lewis
This collection was named around the idea that “There is dirt in us all and it should be celebrated.” Whether or not that’s true, it’s an interesting premise. The author says that Dirt covers a ten-year span of observation around all things uncouth, romantic, and violent. A cryptic concept that the reader is invited to unravel as its adventure is woven from the author’s very own subconscious. All of which is suggested by strong emotion […]