The Patron Saint of Bad Marriages and Atomic Bombs in Peace Time
Reese’s poems…often bless the patience and attention of the reader by not demanding it.
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My America Isn’t On a Staid Map
Rane Arroyo’s character shines through in the amazing White as Silver collection, and will be clarified continuously as his vast trove of unpublished work begins to come to light.
I Am Haunted By Lilacs
In Linda Pastan’s thirteenth book of poetry, Traveling Light, we enter into themes of aging, dying, time’s ticking clock, and the natural world.
So This Is It…So This Is It
Adam Zagajewski’s work is both a course in Mysticism for Beginners and a record of Eternal Enemies.
Splitting the Lark
Under Brimhall’s deft attention, the historical becomes personal, and the personal skirts the mythological.
No Trace of Origin, No Thorn
The poems in Copperhead use the deeply wrought questions with which it is concerned to wisely come up with a sort of memoir, which is attaching deeply felt memories with…
New Rituals for Curbside Healing
The poems in Signs And Wonders have a moral and structural grace that is sometimes fueled by political anger or collective sorrow.
Disorientation, Disgust, and Killing flies
Michael Dickman’s poems inhabit a place in which “morning makes its way up the street as a loose pack of wild dogs” and we find ourselves—through his sharp pronoun use—feeling…
There’s Coffee On My Shirt, Not Blood
Seemingly masked in the two words of the title (Ghost this, Machine that), Ben Mirov has written an intimate, if cryptic, book of poetry.
His Forked Voice Licked My Mortal Ears Clean
In The Flight Cage, Rebecca Dunham adopts and manipulates the personas of historical, usually literary, women to explore the various confinements and resistances that they—and by extension, all women—endure.
Rambling Toward Understanding
Editor’s Note: This is not a typical review, but I think it captures the challenge of reviewing, and it delves deeply into the book it is examining.
A Smidge of Confusion, A Glow of Fear
Vogelsang is sometimes so restless its hard not to wonder how and when he sleeps, and he makes the reader confront the question of whether sleep, or any kind of…