Poetry. Martin McGovern's BAD FAME muses on the perplexities and certainties of the human condition, often in soaring eulogies and searing elegies: as in "The Circle of Late Afternoon" which asks, "Isn't there an art to giving myself away slowly like wheat opening to the sun?"; or, "Processionalia," where "a bee / abandons the tea roses / and circle that black blossom of / the widow's veiled face as if her tears were / pollen and the bee could feather / its legs with grief." Be it lore set in Colorado, or farther out, the personal and regional tributes unravel the universally familiar and...