Crepe Roses, by Brenda Kay Ledford, is tithed to the deep mountains of the poet's beloved western North Carolina. This stirring collection is the plat of the heart, a litany of memory that becomes as palpable as the land itself. Indeed memory, along with the Adamic impulse to name every signpost-to list those names in sorrow and triumph, to wander among them, crying out, as if they are lost, though they remain underfoot-is this book's constant, thrumming...
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