Bøger af erica lewis

erica lewis's murmur in the inventory diagrams "a dislocated cloud." It immerses the reader in residues, resonances, and echoes. A roving, dispersed consciousness haunts relational spaces. The pronouns infuse and inhabit one another: "i'm counting on your lips." A sound-map of changing bodies, it holds true in your mouth. - Eric Baus

Each poem's title comes from a Stevie Wonder song and sings a family's song of race versus culture in America.