Poetry. '"I took much trouble into myself,' says Tim Earley at the beginning of this audacious and revelatory book. Like an Appalachian Whitman, he consumes everything — work, kinship, sex, love, illn
Poetry. "The only way these poems could've existed without the glorious mind of Tim Earley is if Gertrude Stein, having found herself suddenly preaching in the deep south, punched Gerard Manley Hopkin
