Title: Looking for things one might never find.
Product review: It took me a week to read "Eighteen Straight Whiskeys." A book like this shouldn't ... can't ... be rushed through. One needs time to appreciate and absorb the feelings evoked. Michael Easton's poems put into words things one thinks but dares not say, and awaken uncomfortable yet vital memories that, once exposed, help with psychological healing. A collection to be slowly contemplated.
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