Rachel Mangum writes love poems, quietly bold, stripped down to bone, skin, lips. But even her poem “After the movie, Friday night”, about a group of Twenty-first century kids standing in line outside a movie house is a love poem, with its generous descriptions and lingered over details. Magnum’s is a poetry of the body-- clothed, or unclothed, public or private-- the human form in all its manifestations is what she praises, preserves and adores. Dorianne Laux