"Katie Proctor's Seasons is a collection of temporal elegant epiphanies well suited to a pandemic plagued culture. In Firsts," Proctor writes of the knowledge that shadows such experiences- 'knowing nothing will ever be quite like this again.' She speaks of distanced lovers imagining touching flesh and pressing flowers of the other's hometown into a book. The tactile details of this collection are timely in their taunts of the 'melted endlessness.' Proctor describes in 'An Empty Infinity.' It is both a precise description of the condition we are experiencing in the Covid era as well as a reminder that this is but another uncomfortable season that will eventually succumb to another."
yes, i can hear you all claiming that i’m biased because this amazing writer also happens to be my amazing girlfriend. however, i think if i had read this with katie proctor being a stranger instead of the love of my life (god forbid), i would have had the same reaction. these poems resonate with me far more than i had ever expected them to (even though we are very much similar) and they made my heart hurt for little katie, who deserved so much more than what inspired them to write the more sad poems of this collection. i can only hope to live up to the happier ones <3