I MIGHT NEVER LEARN by Randall Brown

Randall Brown gives a heft of heart to the oft-heard “No One Lives Alone.” These proses feel their poetic ways across complex interstices—of the children we were and the children we have, of ex’s, of parents—and deep into our human circuitry, which is profoundly wired into our physical spaces. I Might Never Learn offers so much that is beautiful and beguiling.

–Nance Van Winckel, author of Our Foreigner

What’s learned from I Might Never Learn: loneliness is a static-electrical field, astral visitations are personal, disembodiment is not. If “the Greeks called it apostrophe, this turning away to talk to imaginary things…” then Brown tells us that parenthesis is a “soundless way forward… a tiny song through endless roar.”

–Maureen Alsop, PhD author of Mirror Inside Coffin