The Tony Tost Book That Arrived Just Right

My second at bat, my Tony Tost book arrives clean, crisp, and ready to wear. Thank you to taboo meaningless intensifier Effing Press and to effing Scott Pierce.

Now if I can only muster the courage to crack it open. Tost's prose poems in his first book were so elegant and supple. How will he break lines? What will he do with them?


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