Dazzling....She writes with Milton open at her elbow but with the real dirt of a real Utah under her fingertips.--The Yale Review No poet writing today confronts the perplexities of the divine with more pizzazz than Kimberly Johnson. In A Metaphorical God, Johnson showcases her gifts for mining language for its hidden gems and its gospel (my tongue is a fovent choir, / a cloven fire), using what she unearths to delve deep into mysteries both epistemological and holy.
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Dazzling....She writes with Milton open at her elbow but with the real dirt of a real Utah under her fingertips.--The Yale Review No poet writing today confronts the perplexities of the divine with more pizzazz than Kimberly Johnson. In A Metaphorical God, Johnson showcases her gifts for mining language for its hidden gems and its gospel (my tongue is a fovent choir, / a cloven fire), using what she unearths to delve deep into mysteries both epistemological and holy.
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