'Even the memories of memory are fading. It has been decades since this all began.'
In Jen Webb's hands, the prose poem is a fluid medium, alive with sharp glints and subtle eddies, and never uncontrolled... though it is a deceptive calm, nudged just beneath the surface by the force of the unsaid.
-- Philip Gross
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