We all imagine those possible lives we could have lived, dream lives conjured from wild longing.
Reading this collection of poetry is looking through windows leading to those star-filled, deep-sea places where ingredients that should have never touched are mixed and kneaded together (or maybe they should have always been together just like this). There is a feeling of yearning, of nostalgia, and of half-remembered pasts and futures. Of reaching and finding nothing. You’ll find yourself wanting to take the protagonist's offering of
“. . . this strange anglerfish mouth, my bony
shoulders, my whittled hands, this little bit of bioluminescence
hanging over my brow, over my eyes,
like a star out of nothing,
like what you asked for and yet not,
not at all.”
Repeating themes, colors, feelings, and words in the collection tie the world of each poem to the next, with the last poem knotting the bow. You’ll find yourself craning to figure out where you are--are you in the deep sea, are you in New York City, are you in a room with a half-empty bed? The answer will be carved in beautifully unique imagery, and you’ll want to reach out and touch that nightscattered-haired ghost at the center of it all.