The Promised Land Is Always Beyond, You Know, It Is, Ye

i found so remarkable in many of the poems in this collection is the unflinching ity of them. And i'm wondering if if something happened, well, something did happen which altered my trajectory. My husband took a job in north carolina at the juncture of the smoke's in the blue ridge,. about eight miles outside of ashville, north carolina. It was utter wilderness. I remember looking out of the bedroom window and seeing all the trash that had been strewn across the back forested yard. So give me a robber, someone intent upon doing harm, and i can take that better than i can take a bear.