Mara Adamitz Scrupe has crafted two exemplary passages of gritty, reflexive, dynamic music. Scrupe means business, and her verse, though clad in iron, hovers so effortlessly across the page, and flits through the mind with a guttural magniloquence. These twin poems are triumphs, and should be subsumed with all warranted relish.
Two Poems by Mara Adamitz Scrupe
