Wow. This was a beautiful collection of poems about the Chicago Race Riots during 1919. The poems felt like a window into time, and marvelously juxtaposed 1919 Chicago to 1968. Northern racism was really something. And the Emmett Till poem at the end… gutting . “Countless Schemes” and “I saw Emmett Till at the Grocery Store”…

Such a raw and painful but needed set of poems. I hope to read more by Ewing.