The magic of Sara Watson's Our Imaginary Childhood collects in coffee cans, dirty spoons, crows' nests, and graveyards. This is a family ghost story where the ghosts are alive, playing house or playing dead in a home filled with love and haunted by alcoholism. But in the mailbox or under a rock or beneath a tree there is always a secret password, a key to the kingdom of hazy orange kid dreams. Each of these prose poems is a tiny wonder.-Rochelle Hurt
The magic of Sara Watson's Our Imaginary Childhood collects in coffee cans, dirty spoons, crows' nests, and graveyards. This is a family ghost story where the ghosts are alive, playing house or playing dead in a home filled with love and haunted by alcoholism. But in the mailbox or under a rock or beneath a tree there is always a secret password, a key to the kingdom of hazy orange kid dreams. Each of these prose poems is a tiny wonder.-Rochelle Hurt
The magic of Sara Watson's Our Imaginary Childhood collects in coffee cans, dirty spoons, crows' nests, and graveyards. This is a family ghost story where the ghosts are alive, playing house or playing dead in a home filled with love and haunted by alcoholism. But in the mailbox or under a rock or beneath a tree there is always a secret password, a key to the kingdom of hazy orange kid dreams. Each of these prose poems is a tiny wonder.-Rochelle Hurt
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