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Poetry. "Christine Gelineau has invented a new cosmology in her fascinating, ambitious, multi-part poem, APPETITE FOR THE DIVINE. Questioning contemporary warfare and eco-destruction while praising the green fuse in all that lives, this poet interrogates, celebrates, and re-calibrates our spiritual and cultural values. Gelineau models for us a marvelously poly-voiced poetry, an associative, gently narrative puzzle which allows her to pick through scenes of destruction and illumination toward an idea of a core of holiness in our 21st-century existence. In APPETITE FOR THE DIVINE, Gelineau makes time into the sublime and turns space into grace"--Molly Peacock.

Poetry. Winner of the 2020 Richard Snyder Memorial Publication Prize, Selected by Indran Amirthanayagam. Peter Grandbois' LAST NIGHT I AGED A HUNDRED YEARS takes us on a winged journey beyond ourselves to the very lip of being, where identities blend and dissolve in their quest to 'lose the small in me.' Not content to witness and record, these talismanic verses invoke deep longing, conjuring a space where 'The spirit lives between / one name and another.' Grandbois' subtle and nuanced lines bear a silence that swells into utterance. 'We are the ones' he whispers, 'who dissolve into breath from moon to mouth...' Yet, while harkening to transcendence, these poems enact a sacrament to the sublunary, 'a meditation of mud' and 'brackish/grief' where creatures of all kinds--crows, frogs, foxes, spiders, and squirrels as well as 'hawks soaring with sun-forged feathers'--attest to the dreamlike fabric of existence. Tinctured with the wisdom of Rumi and the passion of Neruda, LAST NIGHT I AGED A HUNDRED YEARS is a book to savor--night, day, and always.--Phil Brady

Poetry. 'I longed to become / a jellyfish, ' Miho Nonaka writes, 'so transparent no one / could tell my body / from the water I swim in . . .' The self wants both to emerge and to hide, to disappear and to be known. 'Who could have taught me to stay at home in my own body, she asks, all the while I traveled from one country to another . . . ?' Nonaka's position as a citizen of two cultures and many cities, one who is either always outside or else at home everywhere, allows her poems to turn language, body, gender and world like faceted gems, looking into their depths with irony, sorrow, and the endless curiosity voiced here by both poet and silkworm: 'How is it that I am here? Where does this appetite lead, if hunger points beyond its immediate end?'--Mark Doty