“And I try to record the scent of outdoors and flowers and dust and lavender and old tears so I can carry it with me.” After reading Latoya Watkins’s Perish, I stated that it wasn’t for me, writing “There are definite echoes of Morrison and Zora Neale Hurston, but it is much more ragged, rawContinue reading “THE BOOK OF CHUCK – Latoya Watkins”