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Etruscan Press (paperback, 2015)
Publisher Marketing: In lyric sequences that record a lover’s dreams and a dreamer’s loves, I’m here to learn to dream in your language extends H. L. Hix’s ongoing poetic inquiry into spiritual and sexual ecstasy.
That house that season was inhabited,
though I was not. That house that year was not haunted, but I was.
The creek tendered cattails, pebbles, turtles.
The cattails issued redwings and also lent their raspy voice
to the breeze the blackbirds animated.
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