<p>Pulitzer Prize nominee R. Nikolas Macioci turns inward to reflect on times gone by and people and experiences he has viewed in his life. <span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Macioci's collection attends to a variety of emotional palates. In Euchre he moves readers keenly into the speaker's experience: ...Bars are/ the game's prostitutes. They take tricks./ ...The only bar I understand is the one that serves beer/ and liquor and I'm headed there now to help me/ forget everything I never learned about euchre.</span></p>