Red Lemons is a moving debut collection about drug addiction and loss told through both a narrative and surreal lens, swaying from logic to absurdity, grimness to beauty. In these poems there is a “war with self” tethered to both the narrative and lyric, often playing with scope and leaps that fall between the threshold of order and chaos—a style of gentle reserve and wild transparency—Red Lemons is poised with brutal imagination, where nightmares “wait beyond the night / in a pitch we cannot hear, / like a still pond and all its eaten.”
"I fed the animals well but kept eating the animals"
Red Lemons channels Frank Stanford-esque intensity through a lens of addiction and retrospect, resulting in a savagely beautiful recovery narrative. The energy is unrelenting, but never overwhelming—with such heavy subject matter, anything less would feel insufficient. I read Red Lemons all the way through twice in one sitting and openly broke down weeping in a coffee shop. This book is an atom bomb of catharsis and self-reflection. Would highly recommend to friends—and already have.