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Sarah Breisch on Monika Cooper

The flight from time is essential to the human condition, but is also a typically modern fancy. We have built our world upon devices and rituals whose sole purpose is to bend time to our will, to escape the perceived bondage we are in to its unrelenting tread. But what we have forgotten, and what this poem by Monika Cooper reminds ...

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Atar Hadari on Daniel A. Nicholls

The title of "hearth gods" leads you to expect knick-knacks, pottery, painted things—the sort of idols people have stationed around a fireplace, but what the first line gives you with its demotic, un-capitalized evocation of grandparents as “gram and pop” is a child’s voice, definitely a child’s ungrammatical and evocative ...

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Adam Cooper on Sarah Breisch

Sarah Breisch's poem is born of decision. (By decision I mean the opposite of indecision: the mood of taking one’s attitude from the reality that one goes to meet. An indecisive mood directs itself toward this or that self-proposed goal, and fails again and again to sense the necessity and reality of what it encounters. Reveries ...

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Monika Cooper on Atar Hadari

“The Wound Dresser” has blood and rain in it, saws and scraps of dresses, bedpans and wishes. Profanity and magic. Grit and lyric rainbows. In the background of the poem is the rage of war: blood-saturated wood, blood penetrating into the fibers of things, mingled with the earth, water, sky, and air; the startling wonder of a ...