Geraldine Clinton Little taught and published creative writing, fiction and poetry. This chapbook is perhaps typical: full of sharp observation, mordant wit, and heartfelt homage . . .
This volumees is subtitled “poems for my father,” full of personal reminiscence, coming to terms with the roles the author has played: daughter, friend, enemy, caregiver.
Proof that Marshall’s irreverence (much of it self-referential) dates back decades can be had from his first writings, such as this early chapbook . . .