A collapsed sun in your pocket: The poetry of Michael Odom

I once wrote in this column that Michael Odom’s poetry reminded me in certain aspects—not in every way, of course, because he is not derivative; his voice is truly original and unique—of the poetry of Dylan Thomas. Startling imagery, unexpected words yoked together by violence, a certain defiant voice ... when I read Odom, I'm … Continue reading A collapsed sun in your pocket: The poetry of Michael Odom