Christy English

Let me begin by saying that I don’t usually read poetry. Well, e.e.cummings and Shakespeare, but that’s about it. Most modern poetry usually takes me back to those painful nights in college when I would go and sit in our campus coffee house and listen to my  boyfriend and others read their work aloud in an environment where no one could get up and leave and where no one could throw things when the poetry was bad, which was often.

Right Lane Ends is not that kind of poetry.