Attachments to proper names, traditions, and entrenched thought formations are a perennial problem and, as L. M. Rivera shows, an addiction. "Against Heidegger" is a collection of poetic meditations on that pervasive, and possibly eternal, compulsion...

With "Habitat Threshold", Craig Santos Perez has crafted a timely collection of eco-poetry that explores his ancestry as a native Pacific Islander, the ecological plight of his homeland, and his fears for the future. The book begins with the birth of...

"There are no machine guns, or cameras, here". "Any God Will Do" is a collection that investigates the lines between worldliness and asceticism, belief and delusion, chance and design, desire and its transcendence. Internal and end rhyme structure t...

"The soul remembers all of this. How I swept the floor / with my golden hair. How I fed it watermelon and wine / from a porcelain dish. How I called it teacher and it called me teacher's pet". Metaphysical in concern and hypermodern in tone, Bridget...

In "Flourish", multiple meanings catch light – as the leaves of growing things might, or the facets of cut gemstones, or a signal mirror flashing in distress. These poems explore themes of thriving, growth, innovation, and survival, while immersing t...

The poems of "Take Nothing" are embedded in connections to family and landscape, to memory and possibility. They especially explore and distill those indelible, sometimes small, moments that cumulatively shape the arc of a life. These can be as surpr...

"The Tilt Torn Away from the Seasons" imagines a human mission to Mars, a consequence of Earth's devastation from climate change and natural disaster. As humans begin to colonize the planet, history inevitably repeats itself. Dystopian and ecopoetic,...

The title of "Silver and Information" comes from a photographer's statement, "My work is becoming more and more and more silver and less and less information". This book swings between the poles of aboriginal working-class Philadelphia, where a fathe...

At the funeral the priest said, our sister enters the gates of paradise in a company of angels. Mom, were you waiting? I have no mother, your mother's gone, and the you that lives on, me, I must learn she is enough. From this room I see snow. Snow. T...