First in the Mountain West Poetry series, edited by Stephanie G’Schwind & Donald Revell “Kryah’s lines are full of figurative grace: The images stun and accumulate. We Are Starved introduces an important poetic vision, a surprising and exciting voice.” —Laura Kasischke, author of Space, in Chains and The Raising “In haunted days more filled with […]
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Chapbook. Design by Gordon Hadfield and Sasha Steensen. Edition of 75 copies.
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Winner of the 2010 Colorado Prize for Poetry, selected by final judge Donald Revell. Zach Savich’s first book, Full Catastrophe Living, won the 2008 Iowa Poetry Prize and received a New American Poet honor from the Poetry Society of America. His poems, essays, and book reviews have appeared in many journals, including Boston Review, Kenyon […]
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Original, inventive: we want our poets to be bold. We want the poems to add up to more than the sum of their parts. We want the sublime, the open-to-the-bone exclamation of epiphany. And we’d like the poem to be smart but not too intellectual. Why not? In her second book, The Irrationalist, Suzanne Buffam […]
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Featured poetry from the Spring 2011 issue.
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Featured poetry from the Spring 2011 issue.
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Featured poetry from the Spring 2011 issue.
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Featured poetry from the Spring 2011 issue.
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Nature can be good for us. In a recent study, Japanese scientists found that walking through a forest or other wooded area for a few hours reduced concentrations of the stress hormone cortisol in subjects and lowered blood pressure. Other studies show green areas alleviate anxiety and depression.
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Beginning with the decorative language poem, “Drip drip drip drip drip drip drop / …,” that serves as the book’s frontispiece to the lively rift of forty-five names for “the city I cannot name” (after T. S. Eliot’s “Unreal City”) in the title poem, John Beer’s language fuels a successful momentum.
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