Poetry.
Beeder's third collection, AND SO WAX WAS MADE & ALSO HONEY brims with lyrical invention and dark wit.
In this lush universe, Hermes moonlights as a process server and malaria croons a love song; saints emerge from beans while Kronos and Eros argue at a local bar: love's nothing/but glimmer-to-wither, dawn's fireflies expired.
In language singularly baroque and hypnotic, Beeder takes us on a wild poetic adventure: this book is, as Dana Levin says, a treasure-house wizarding through ti.
| Bar | Loves nothingbut glimmertowither dawns fireflies expired |
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| Beeder takes us on a wild poetic adventure | This book is as |
