February 15, 2019

     I used to believe that successful poems were like steel nails—confident in their content and form; sturdy enough to be hammered in without warping—but Eric Smith’s debut collection Black Hole Factory shows that there is another possibility. His poems are not nails, but rather hypodermic needles which he uses to inject his readers with language, fear, truth, confusion, love, heartbreak, a...

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