“In Lesley Wheeler’s exquisite debut collection, Heathen, the otherworldly flit among the actual like imaginary chameleons in real gardens. The dwarves of Eden think it’s a stable and refuse to touch the wine: ‘Gah,’ they cry, ‘it’s dung’ (‘Religious Education’). Marianne Moore, hired to teach typing at the Carlisle Indian School, feels ‘false as a New World chameleon’ and sows ‘sedition’ in the Business Department until it’s closed down (‘A Place for the Genuine’). Continue Reading →