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Upgraded to Serious

Heather McHugh’s reviews are swarmed by words like “clever,” “play,” and “language games.” She puns, she’s wry, and she foregrounds seriousness in the title of her latest collection. Still the wit, McHugh startles with a... Read More

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Blood Honey

The grief unique to women plays a central role in Bloch’s fourth collection "Blood Honey", here cast in muted shades of irony: “We were sitting on my sofa with his dead wife. / (A good-looking woman, he allowed.)” But the pain of... Read More

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The Poetry in Yu

Encouraged by her mother’s warm reception of a birthday poem, Yu began writing the poems collected here when she was a mere eight years old. The poems, befitting her age, are simple and warm, optimistic and bright as in this cinquain,... Read More

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Dead Serious

"Dead Serious" is a mature but not at all staid fusillade against the difficulties of maintaining relationships and the stubborn persistence of uncrackable existential mysteries. Men and women operate in opposition, although at other... Read More

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Advance the Engine Summer

This poetry isn’t what you’d expect from a rock singer; there’s no sex, no drugs, and very little mention of music. The collection includes some fifty poems divided into six sections, roughly by subject, with Latin or pseudolatin... Read More

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Life As We Know It

“When the artist is alive in any person, whatsoever his kind of work may be, he becomes an inventive, searching, daring, self-expressive creature. He becomes interesting to other people. He disturbs, upsets, enlightens, and opens ways... Read More

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Sayings of the False Prophet

“What is the sound of one hand clapping?” Here is a seeker who deals in spiritual questions and satisfying answers. Scottish poet and painter Ahimsananda uses axioms, koans, and prose poems to stimulate healthier mindsets. The... Read More

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My last thoughts about Iraq

Batou’s book is one of longing, for a lost civilization, a dispersed people, an ancient beauty still moldering under the remains of Baghdad. These poems might easily be characterized as extended lament. Batou approaches them from... Read More

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