Huth, A Book of Poems so Small I Cannot Taste Them

A BOOK OF POEMS SO SMALL I CANNOT TASTE THEM is a book of tiny poems, a book of thoughts, a book of winter. It makes its points known through small clusters of words, words meant to accumulate like snowflakes into a covering of snow - the countryside, the city, your backyard reduced to their essentials, all irrelevant details excised, the earth simplified to whiteness, to a cold stare, to simple contemplation, a place within the word, the mind so wrapped around a thought that it disappears into...