A New Collection of Prose Poems and Hybrid FormsAt some point in our part of the world, horses slipped away from the Spanish invaders and adapted to the harsh terrain. No one to rein them in--to train them, feed them, groom them--they evolved into creatures of the wild. Mustangs--part horse, part something else entirely. What happens when a poem escapes from the stricture of the line? When syntax spools across the page, margin to margin, sentence spilling into sentence? Is there a spark of some kind that transforms a paragraph into a prose poem? Does the prose poem actually exist--as tangibly as the mustang? Or is it a mythical beast, literature's unicorn?Literary Nonfiction, Poetry, Hybrid.