Natalie Shapero is an incisive social critic cutting through the smog of self-absorption and contradictions between what is said and done.
Horses are ghosts. They are living reminders of our preindustrial past. Like ghosts, they remind us of uncomfortable things. For example, twenty-three racehorses have died running the track at Santa Anita since last December.
Whatever the case, it’s certainly true that for most of my reading life, it never occurred to me that poetry could be anything other than beautiful.
These often dark and deeply personal poems are armored with comedic turns and allusions to our “rotting times.”