I see hot sand and sunlight. I am six years old, sitting under a tree with my dad, drawing crosses in the sand.
Daddy draws circles, and wins .
Noughts and crosses, farmer's chess, tic tac toe. This is a review or perhaps a reading of Juliet Ann Martin's cycle of poems, oooxxxooo . Come back here and read more of my reading afterwards. Or read some of this essay first and then see how you like the poems. You can read oooxxxooo in many ways, choosing your own path through the text.