From the beginning of our married life, Sally and I expected to share losses: family, friends, neighbors. After more than 51 years, we agree it is the most difficult part of aging. This poem was written for a beloved friend’s memorial. Her father was a woodcarver who published a book on how to carve totem poles; our friend was an avid reader of indigenous mythology, so the references seemed appropriate.Samuel Green on "Talisman" |
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"Kevin Prufer’s The Art of Fiction""If the best storytellers invent realities to establish a kind of veracity that witness and memory alone cannot manage, their very inventions become facts themselves, entities as tangible as orchids, Tupperware, and contaminated water. The best poems in The Art of Fiction are phenomenal in both senses of that word."via THE BROOKLYN RAIL |
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What Sparks Poetry:Vivek Narayanan on Jee Leong Koh's Snow at 5 PM"Koh's work in some moments can seem disarmingly simple, even if always rigorous in its language, lighting on the ordinary, but as you delve further it reveals a rich intelligence, omnivorous and cosmopolitan in its influences, balancing its interests in high and low, the cerebral and the bodily, the experimental and the straight, narrative and ellipsis." |
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