Through the Second Skin
Sheffield’s language is mined from observation and reflection. His imagination is grounded in flora and fauna and in the words we use to make sense of ourselves.
Orange Roses
Lucy Ives does not tell us how to find meaning in our lives, but she demonstrates its constant loss and rediscovery in her new poetry and essay collection, Orange Roses.
Under the Sign
It turns out that ordinary mortality is the only limit to this openness, and here, we recognize that Lauterbach, for all her intellectual flights, is a poet among the people, concerned with universals. In her work, we recognize ourselves.
Swamp Isthmus
The beauty of this collection, formally and thematically, is the brio Wilkinson brings to the task of making sense out of and though form.
Seasonal Works with Letters on Fire
Hillman has a penchant for including everything: she loves the sibilance and buzz of both creature and machine.
Backward-Spreading Brightness
Clear enough to see you christen or condemn another
on the side of a beige building, I take the boat out
of the body that returns itself to me
There
There are those for whom figures
on balconies exist, if only as possibilities.
Lichen Association
Something is speaking
in the language of
orange areoles
in the manner of
black plaques and
silvery-gritted miniature
British soldiers
Starlings
The most beautiful clothes: iridescent black over Snarl Call. I wore the soft Sparrow
to the store, I borrowed the Crow to bag food;
the Chickadee to the masquerade; the Vulture to the show,
Sign You Were Mistaken
This is a book of necessity. Not in terms of our reading it or his writing it (though I believe this necessary, too), but in terms of what is at stake in this unassumingly powerful collection.