“I had been anticipating this book for some time, and was fortunate enough to read some of these poems early on. These poems aren’t easy to describe. This book is full of dreams, the specificity of dreams, only the kind of specificity which dreams can provide, but only while residing within those dreams. Somehow the specificity that usually evaporates into elusivity becomes known, and yet, because the source is the dream, what is known is radically different than what is known. Beautiful, haunting, and forgetting, these are poems that dilate and perspire and nod, or, nod off.”
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