And: “Did anyone ever try to kill you in a rowboat before?” In “Baby, I Don’t Care,” one of the most unusual and persuasive books of poems I’ve read in some time, Minnis is not merely ...

“It’s called hipaa when no one tells.” But I’ll tell you this, Laura Kolbe’s prose poem “Buried Abecedary for Intensive Care” is a poem of these times. It’s not about ...