Reckonings: Poems

There is a price for what may be considered progress. In his debut collection, centered around the cracked industrial-pastoral of Appalachia, Walsh asks who rung up the ecological tab and who will be implicated by this line of questioning. Above the banks of polluted rivers and decimated communities, a harvest of mountain and man; a bounty of pine and cellular tower has been reaped. There are those complicit in the sowing of such rewards, and through stunning syntax and mapping the bucolic’...