Sometimes We’re All Living in a Foreign Country

“I thought I knew a little about small southern towns–
what it meant to leave to live.
Now every direction takes me to a foreign land.
Every turn returns me to a history that's my own.”

~ from the title poem in Rebecca Morgan Frank's collection, SOMETIMES WE'RE ALL LIVING IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY

As a fiction writer, I enjoy beginning my workday by reading–sometimes aloud–a poem or two from one of the many poetry collections I've picked up over the years. This month I've been reading from Frank's latest book and I always enjoy the quirky stories I sense lie beneath the surface of the poems.