A review of Chelsea Stickle’s new chapbook from Thirty West Publishing
When lockdown began Stephanie Michele and I exchanged an old suitcase. She filled it with books; I filled it with fruit on her birthday. We dropped it on the doorsteps of houses above our basement apartments and waved from our cars. A novel lifeline, the suitcase was a tether to each other in the dark unknowns of early-Covid.
In the suitcase she sent The Collected Stories of Leonora Carrington, which I devoured and bookmarked with dozens of slim…