Silver
Main Street Rag, 2012
Finalist, 2011 Main Street Rag Poetry Prize
"McCall's poems are stirring because they stretch pithy observations--'It is hard to sell rebirth in a world of ice'--and an exhaustive knowledge of mythologies tautly over the speaker's arduous search for meaning in his existence and ours. Where are we to turn when our ears ring with God's laughter and when the gods will share little of their courage and less of their knowledge? These poems question urgently and bravely, as if the questioning and the stories themselves are the only fragments we can shore against the ruins." -Leah Nielsen
Reviews:
H_NGM_N
Alabama Writer's Forum
Ides of March
"McCall's poems are stirring because they stretch pithy observations--'It is hard to sell rebirth in a world of ice'--and an exhaustive knowledge of mythologies tautly over the speaker's arduous search for meaning in his existence and ours. Where are we to turn when our ears ring with God's laughter and when the gods will share little of their courage and less of their knowledge? These poems question urgently and bravely, as if the questioning and the stories themselves are the only fragments we can shore against the ruins." -Leah Nielsen
Reviews:
H_NGM_N
Alabama Writer's Forum
Ides of March