So this is one of the weirder collections of poetry I’ve read in my life. I came across it on the internet but I don’t remember how. I think I was searching for speculative, theatrical poetics as I wanted something in line with the book I am drafting. When it came in the mail and I cracked it open and saw the wonky typesetting I thought it might be a challenge to really get into it. But I was surprised by how easy it came.
There’s a plot to this book. There’s a really vulnerable, tender heart to the poems though it is hiding shyly behind the fantastical elements. Words/lines don’t always follow each other’s logic which requires me to stop often and reframe my understanding. I’m not sure if it’s as simple as 5 stars, I think this book exists very deliberately on its own terms. It has its own language in which it is meticulously constructed, and can’t be rated. At least by me. But more people should read it, and more people should write books like this. All love to the gang at Noemi Press.