Review
Review of Dogwood, Spring 2013 by Rebecca Martin
The thin volume slid out of its mail envelope backside-up. When I flipped it over, the image on the front cover was an assault: a zombified Christ wearing a slash stitchery of a scream, crowded city tenements amidst his crown of thorns. The volume title was Dogwood: A Journal of Poetry and Prose, and the cover art troubled me so much that I left the magazine upside-down for several days. But when I finally made myself engage with Gordon Skinner’s “Jesus Piece: Self-Portrait at 27,” I found I couldn’t look away. Franz Kafka once asked, “If the book we are...
