Women vanish, ghosts appear, demons slip through our lives, the universe aches, and violence is everywhere. In these poems, Clark asks: what are the unvanishing objects of the lives around us? From overheard conversations to detectives remembering past cases to relationships that have faded away, the poems always cycle back to both what we’ve lost and what we can’t imagine losing.
This is a collection I return to again and again. A slim volume that is nevertheless powerful, evocative, and beautiful. Chloe Clark has such a distinct voice. The first lines of these poems always drew me in:
"I used to sleep with this guy who studied Japanese ghosts in literature"
"In my dream last night, basketball was on / and Sheed was a three-point machine, shooting / half-court shots that were nothing"
And the whole collection ends so resonantly:
"but we forget to make wishes, too busy / thinking of how the stars must have / names, we just don't know how / to say them"
This is a gorgeous poetry collection that carries its reader along through stars, planets, and the search for missing girls. Each poem is beautiful and affecting. Highly recommended.
1/3 of the book has brilliant poetry. 2/3 could use some work, imho- but the bones are there. A lot of it is a matter of choosing richer words and showing, not telling.
I'd read the author again. I think as her work matures, she'll get better each time.