Language, not geography, is where we live, says the insomniac poet at 4:00 A.M., flipping through all the different stations---grand opera, pop, and punk rock---on his radio. In the listening area th
"How can there be a book that maps these continents of clouds that drift apart, reshape their puzzle pieces, and coalesce into new geographies of air within one windblown hour?" Donald Platt delights
Poetry. "Donald Platt's aptly titled and arresting fourth collection of poems, DIRT ANGELS, examines how we exist in states of physical disrepair, decay, and disability: the world's transience exhibit
Elegy is combined with larger historical allusion and reference in this third collection of the author's poems, which includes a collection of works dealing with a father's stroke and developing Alzhe
