Other Concerns & Brother ClarkOrdinary, everday, homely. These are words that come to mind to describe the dimension Hollis Summers poems live in. But they are inadequate words, and his are deceptively simple poems. They speak little, and quietly, but they record, in the silences they create, a desperate, melancholy magic about the surfaces and trivial events of our days. So we are led to discover, and assent, to all these tonal perceptions as the true domestic furniture of our