title: Bone-Hollow, True: New and Selected Poems
author: Jack B. Bedell
description: <DIV><p class="BT">&ldquo;Jack B. Bedell knows the ancient power of story to hold things together: societies, beliefs, clans, families, love. Here is a poet whose practice makes him a master of every part of the poem, but he will startle you with how beautifully he manages storytelling as his primary argument for art in the service of the lives he knows from the inside out.&rdquo;&mdash;Darrell Bourque
zlib_text: _**Savage Warrior,**_  
   _ **White Captive**_
  
  > > She heard him enter and purposefully ignored him, her eyes on her hands as
  > she rubbed her feet. She felt his eyes on her and looked up to see him
  > staring down at her. Suddenly the g _ohwah_ seemed too small for the two of
  > them, and the long night was here.
  
  > > “Let me do that,” Jack said, kneeling and taking her foot in his hands
  > before she could object.
  
  > > “I don’t think …”
  
  > > His hands were large, warm, and gentle. “Stop thinking, Candice. There’s
  > no point. What is, is.”
  
  > > He was right. She was here and she had no choice. This man had traded for
  > her, and she belonged to him. She was at his mercy.
  
  > > “Feel better?” he asked, his voice husky.
  
  > > She had heard that tone before, and she looked up abruptly. His hand had
  > stilled on her ankle. Her body began a slow throbbing of fear mingled with
  > anticipation. He slid his hand up her calf, its grip tightening
  > possessively.
  
  > > “You have the most beautiful legs 