A tour de force, of course it had to be. I’m at a loss to say more.

                                    Lew Ellingham

Set in New Orleans, the story is narrated by Adam, who after being cheated, robbed, and beaten in a crooked poker game, is kicked out of his French Quarter apartment by his girlfriend

As I have been with past work by Armenteros, I was taken by this novel’s calm, elegant cadences, but also by its willingness to challenge, unsettle and provoke.

                                                                   Laird Hunt

Riveting—and outraging—The Boy Who Listened to Paintings is a warmly brilliant memoir of adolescence and mental health to inspire all of us.

         Molly Peacock

Eva Skrande’s wonderful poems arise from a tradition which might be termed transpersonal or subpersonal.

                                Bill Knott

Provocative, haunting, dreamlike, these poems model a suffusion of presences unlike anything else in contemporary poetry.

                                  Elizabeth Robinson

When is the world going to wake up to the genius of Tom Bradley? … One of the most criminally underrated authors on the planet.

                                              Andrew Gallix

For the impalpable or impossible, he substitutes our language: "There is no such thing as a tangent to still air."

                             Leslie Scalapino

This image rich, sonorous text suggests the word is as impermanent as we are.

                                                 Hailey Higdon

“The figures of Pablo Neruda and Salvador Allende and the end of democracy in Chile are woven together masterfully in a tough rebellious poetry. Appearing here as well is the figure of Julia de Burgos, poet of the Caribbean, poet of light and water but also of a heartbreaking sorrow.”

                                    Marjorie Agosín

Shelter in Place is a warning, a slap in the face, a kick in the ass, a pre-apocalyptic prayer, a guide to action where “agency” equals “lullaby elegy power.”

                                Kara Dorris

Its forays into memory are like nothing else. Unfinished Child is an extraordinary work of art. It will challenge and delight you.            Marvin Bell

Eric Hoffman is not afraid to face full-on the perennial agonies of the human moral state, nor does he fail to observe the creaking of house’s timbers on a frosty night.              Mark Scroggins

Slonimsky thinks in green, always. In his poetry he performs what he variously calls “treemath,”“nature-math,”or the “math of flower petals.” Green’s pure source.

                                        Barbara Ungar

Thilleman’s modus operandi is impossible to pin down, a surviving force amid the endless detritus and debris of the past ...

                Lewis Warsh

What the orphan finds is not perhaps his own people but a deep history, a telling and re-telling of bodies of water, trees and their shadows, ancestors around tables, earth light; these are the things that make the circling shape of voice.

                                        Eleni Sikelianos

Delivered on the fine line between the ludic and the sublime, Sine Wave is ultimately concerned with a woman whose music ushers her through life and death...

For five decades, Quasha has fearlessly and lucidly in poetry, essays, anthologies and interviews built a poetics of radical utterance, a poetry of the word unleashed from melody, set free from number—into pure saying.

                                           Robert Kelly

"This masterpiece reads like a grand parable.”

                          Joachim Mols

"In the recurring dream, Merton in mufti doesn’t expect me here, where the red sun is always diving into the Kentucky nob."

Brenna Womer breaks all the rules except the most important one: to tell your own truth unswervingly, in the best way you know how, no matter what.

                                      Matt Bell

From one of Italy’s most widely read and deeply treasured poets: an essential collection of verse, selected from all five of his major works, bringing this unique, mesmerizing voice to an English-speaking audience for the first time.

Disoriented by culture shock, preyed upon by ghosts from a haunted past, Marty falsifies his résumé to become manager of a fleabag hotel.

He is a man in the prime of his life, yet still everything seems to be falling apart. His problems begin when he has intercourse with a Russian student in the Muslim prayer room at the University.

Koenegracht’s verses are unpredictable and that is exactly his strength.

                          Rudy Kousboek

Partly is a wonderland greenhouse that Jack built and then allowed us to enter and it glows like a signal that means human beings can be great observers and creators of beauty and fun, all because of what exists.

                                Bernadette Mayer

Kelly is the best and necessary kind of poetic voice—incandescent, powerful, genuine, and brilliantly funny.

                Richard Martin

Money stuns and delights in its sampling and juxtaposition. Imagine Yoko Ono’s Grapefruit upgraded to the era of #FakeNews.

             William Lessard