In Sandra Beasley's poetry collection, I Was the Jukebox (Norton, $14.95), animals, flowers and mythological creatures speak their minds in a series of tell-it-like-it-is soliloquies, illustrating a complex and imaginative landscape in which, according to the poet Marie Howe, “desire pushes defeat against a wall, and the spirit climbs up from underground.” Beasley is also the […]
