In poemw, the third finger of the left hand hits 'w' instead of 's' and makes up a new kind of poem, the sort-of poem, the approxi-lyric, the poem that doesn't want to claim poemness. Poemw are about daily things -- graffitti, hair, sea gulls, second-hand clothes -- and rarer things -- dead crows, baked mice, ski accidents, Judith Butler. They're jokes-and-not-jokes, cheeky, goofy. Tender.
Praise for Anomaly:
"...scenes of social trauma so pitch perfect readers will squirm in their chairs...Fleming's ability to fully inhabit the consciousness of her characters is flawless" Kirkus Reviews (starred review)
"...the two central characters are exquisitely drawn" Publishers Weekly
"Anomaly showcases the talents of a gifted story spinner who also knows a thing or two about the volatile dynamics of family life" Xtra West