A rising sun centered with an eye, A jawbone harp, a fishbone key, Time-switching, century-crossing. Who knows how a skinny white girl from rural West Virginia becomes the first urban tagger in D.C. in the late ’70s… Who knows why bitter winter and the colder bitterness of family discontent fuel a young poet during war… … Continue reading R for Radiant Days, by Elizabeth Hand (book review) – words beyond time, art beyond sight