R.G. Evans’s “Lucky” is a disquieting poem, to be sure, perhaps one best served up after a second cup of Saturday morning coffee.
The obvious reason for that is found in the fragmentary stories embedded in each line, hints of illness, addiction, abuse, never elaborated and never resolved. Luck, Evans shows us, is scalable, and if the baseline is low eno…
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