Giantess walks the bright, chaotic spaces between panic and beauty—flashing like a predatory fish among the currents of solitude, sex, disordered love, embodiment, and devotion to the natural world. These poems ask, What counts as home? and then climb into the mouths of animals—human and otherwise. They ask, When we outgrow an old skin, should we eat it? When you’re pinned beneath a wave, can you open your mouth and sing? At heart, these poems are about the long hungry swim toward the self.
I love, love, love how Emily Vizzo plays with sound and meter in this collection. It is such a joy to read poetry that beautifully calls attention to language in the way that Giantess does. The content is striking and reels you in with sharp, intelligent imagery and nuance.