Chris Dombrowski

This book was a completely random impulse buy at the Ann Arbor book festival, so I was pleasantly surprised to love this book as much as I did. The effect was cumulative, and I found myself liking it more and more with each poem that I read. The title of this book is perfect, as it is concerned with earth, and the earthiness of our bodies, which come from earth and will be earth again.

Some favorite lines--

...Day-thawed, the snow on black branches seizes up,
ensheathing the bare trees turned grand chandeliers dimmed low

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I can only wish him
more earth, in the bluntest of terms: another stolen swig of whiskey
brief as a July snow, another hard tumble on his board, another
fuck, another hummingbird.

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snowsuits steaming up the window whose frame
bled groggy ladybugs, droplets from unseen veins

Largely the poems that moved me most were poems about parenting, some of the best writing I've seen on the subject, certainly the best poetry.

Wonderful.… (altro)