"Confession: I did not love Bruce Springsteen until I turned thirty and set my own home on fire, walked away from the ashes and looked my declining self in the face. Like love, Bruce is wasted on the young." Welcome to journalist and pop culture critic Erin Keane's third and finest poetry collection. With Bruce Springsteen appearing throughout as guide, ghost, and accidental guru, Keane sharply articulates the universal bangs and bruises that march us toward our middle years. Smart, entertaining poems that highlight the ...
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"Confession: I did not love Bruce Springsteen until I turned thirty and set my own home on fire, walked away from the ashes and looked my declining self in the face. Like love, Bruce is wasted on the young." Welcome to journalist and pop culture critic Erin Keane's third and finest poetry collection. With Bruce Springsteen appearing throughout as guide, ghost, and accidental guru, Keane sharply articulates the universal bangs and bruises that march us toward our middle years. Smart, entertaining poems that highlight the multitude of reasons Keane is a unique and rising voice in modern letters.
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