I’ve been trying to gather my scattered thoughts about the many terrific books I read in Mexico, but I’m finding that those two weeks of being a reader as opposed to being a writer have left me unfit for anything but more reading. So, instead of getting my thoughts down for posting, I wandered off into the new issue of The Atlanta Review, much of which is devoted to poetry—classical and contemporary—from China. It’s a rich and rewarding issue of what has become one of my favorite journals.Read More