exhalations

by Aaron M. Moe

Celebration as invitation: it’s a pattern that recurs throughout exhalations, as when the speaker in “first light” celebrates his infant daughter’s first time to hear “songs // of morning birds /drown out // the rocking chair’s / creak.” Through such intimate celebrations, Aaron M. Moe invites the reader also to register, above the creaking of our machines, a more ultimate singing. —H. L. Hix

Spare and sinewy, these poems are like origami, “a cosmic breath / folded within a mere Syllable.” They unfold into birdsong and bark scent and the Mandelbrot set and bright murmurations, a glorious exploration of humanhood and parenthood and returning home to our planet, to ourselves. —Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, author of hush and Naked for Tea

79 pages, Paperback

First published June 19, 2021