{"product_id":"scrap-bones-poems-9781680033090","title":"Scrap Bones: Poems","description":"\u003cb\u003eBook Synopsis\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCollier Brown’s \u003ci\u003eScrap Bones\u003c\/i\u003e reads like a post-pandemic epilogue to T.S. Eliot’s “The Waste Land.” No angels or flying horses here, just panic disorders, email fatigue, and the spiritual dead end of a 23-and-Me test kit. And yet, resilient are the muses in this collection—the bees, the starlings, the dragonflies—skimming over the wastes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe Sabine Series in Literature\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ...\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003efrom\u003c\/i\u003e “Orion, Break”\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e they’re sleeping in their homes,\u003cbr\u003e they’re waking from their beds,\u003cbr\u003e they’re at their desks\u003cbr\u003e and on a call. They’re unimpressed.\u003cbr\u003e That’s not your fault.\u003cbr\u003e Nor your concern. I’m tired\u003cbr\u003e of images, of lines and dots and codes.\u003cbr\u003e When I step into the dark,\u003cbr\u003e I only want the novas\u003cbr\u003e and the nowheres in between,\u003cbr\u003e and if I’m very lucky—\u003cbr\u003e if I’ve beaten all the odds—\u003cbr\u003e just one, naÏve fluoresce\u003cbr\u003e of the insect who\u003cbr\u003e is its own hello\/goodbye.","brand":"Texas Review Press","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":50469755453783,"sku":"9781680033090","price":19.76,"currency_code":"GBP","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0817\/1739\/5799\/files\/9781680033090.jpg?v=1744896160","url":"https:\/\/bookcurl.com\/products\/scrap-bones-poems-9781680033090","provider":"Book Curl","version":"1.0","type":"link"}