4. To know yourself better practice forgetting. Infinite circles fit in a line. When I see the phone I want to call my mother. I take a class to learn about an actor’s tool, the neutral mask. My favorite mirror though is Ahab Caught on the deck in the eyes of Starbuck, The moment […]
These are the nights we burn couches. We carry them each like a paisley casket up from a basement lit year-round by strung-up Christmas lights and joints, out from a living room floored with carpet damp and soft as cheese; we curl our fingers under the frame, dodge florets of mold, lift the armrest nose […]
Haldeman’s poems examine the intricacies of the unknown, the unexpected, and share a first-person diary of shifting when the earth moves, holding steady when the wind dies down.
what is fascinating about this collection is the way it gives us an entire life of writing, an entire life of discovery, in miniature
In this debut collection, the speaker is a ballerina—full of control and beauty, poise and restriction—who loses her mother, her romantic partner, and—for a time—her own identity.
In the end, what I love most about this book is how it drives itself and how it drives the reader to finish it.
Carr’s work is at once philosophical and technically precise in a way that is all too rare in contemporary poetry.
Whichever way you read this collection, the true nature of the writing, and the story, is deeply and profoundly imaginative.
Presented as a series of compact, carefully crafted prose pieces, this magnificent sequence poses compelling aesthetic questions to the reader
There is loss, there is struggle in these poems, but there is also the capacity for great beauty and joy.