When I read the poems in Stephen Bunch's new book, Transmissions from Bone House, especially late at night, it's like listening to a pirate radio station. Unlicensed and unregulated, his voice comes to me on a frequency all its own that simply can't be found elsewhere on my dial. "The air fills with signals and wonders" and, receiving him, I think I know him. I, for one, am staying tuned. - William Slaughter, editor of Mudlark: An Electronic Journal of Poetry and Poetics, author of Untold Stories and The Politics of My Heart Inside the Bone House, nouns break down, "verbs evaporate" and we...
When I read the poems in Stephen Bunch's new book, Transmissions from Bone House, especially late at night, it's like listening to a pirate radio stat...
